I couldn't let him get away with it. I had to do something. Having him go to court and wind up in reform school though, that didn't appeal to me. What...I really wanted to do was to get him alone somewhere, and then beat on him until I knew he would think twice about ever wanting to come near me again. Richard didn't seem to learn or profit from his experiences with me though. He probably wouldn't learn a lesson, not even if I beat him a lot worse than he had beaten me with his kick. I fell. I realized miles were being eaten up and if I had any chance of getting into dry clothes it had to be soon. I glanced around again; all was quiet and settled.I started positioning myself for the change. I slipped my skirt up, wriggled on the seat and had it clear. I then hooked my thumbs onto the waist, arched my back and started pulling down my pantyhose. Oh god; not only had I not worn stockings, which would have been a lot easier, it was summer and I had worn crotchless knickers.As the. "And a good day to you," she said in the singsong voice of an Indianprincess. She reminded me a little of Apu's wife on The Simpsons. Then shelooked up at the sky and called, "Thanks for the ride, daddy!"It was, of course, Diana. Someday she was going to run out of newidentities, I thought to myself. In the time that I had known her, I hadnever seen her in the exact same body twice. Yet every body she chose wasuniformly beautiful. This one was more exotic than most but certainly. Andher rapid-eye movement...that Maggie could begin.Quietly, Maggie left the room and began making her way back outsideto her car so she could retrieve the syringe, throwing on some lightclothing before doing so.* * *"Hello, Celeste," the Mayoress began, taking a somewhat sarcastictone. "Good party tonight." Don't get smart-mouthed with me, Julia," Celeste's voice replied. "Ihope you plan on sending people out to find Maggie and Tammy. Ritahas been bugging me to get on your ass about it.".