“I’ve already seen it. It’s remarkably beautiful — for a woman of any age.”That shocked her a bit. “You’ve seen me ... where?”“Out t...ere,” I said, gesturing toward the rear of the house. “On the landing outside your kitchen window — between the gables.”On the roof outside the interior wall of Emily’s kitchen there was a small, sheltered flat space, perhaps five feet wide and ten or twelve feet long. Large double-windowed gables on either side protected the space from view, along with the tall. You never married.You do not work for the United States Government. You never will.You will never leave Bullchester. It is the only place that you haveever wanted to live in.You are completely submissive by personal preference.Subtle, but powerful machine tones locked this radical, life-alteringonslaught of suggestions into the compromised mind of Leland Hall as hisbody was given succinctly feminine modifications within the dermismachine at the Butterfly Salon. He had been intercepted, during. She was however surprised to see me. A puzzling look came across her face. Fred whispered, "Marlene's date. He's taking her dancing, I have two left feet." The receptionist snickered at this and took the gown from him.Marlene emerged a little while later looking amazing. If I hadn't known better I wouldn't have ever guessed this was a woman just over 60. I was standing back and out of her view. The gown Fred had chosen was a red satin with small spaghetti straps. Marlene's heavy chest was well. She dialed a number on her cell phone, and then smiled at me as she flipped her long hair over her shoulders. I heard her say into the phone, “Come on over.”She tossed the phone on to a nearby table. She shifted her shoulders and head back and forth to the beat of the music. She slowly worked her way over to where I was seated on the couch, biting down on her lower lip, her hips swaying back and forth to the ‘thump-thump-thump’ of the music.She tapped the inside of my ankle and I instinctively.