I can fix any part of your skin that youwant. You want the skin of a teenager, I can give it to you." "Uh, no thanks! At my age, the last thing I need...is to battle acne again." Ok, early twenties. And no acne. What do you think?" "Can you get everything?" "No. You have some stuff going on with your facial muscles, and I can'treach those. But I can do your skin. Just take a minute or two. Want me todo it?" She was tempted. She hated the things age did to her skin, and couldn'tafford the high end. " She ever do the science beat?" No. But she doesn't need to understand how it works to report on what it's doing."Jacob scratched his chin for a minute. "True. But it might have helped." Jacob, you do know that nobody in the school understands what you've built. It hasn't stopped them from helping when they understood the end results, did it?" No, but that's why I made the systems so smart." So, will you let my mother be the connection to the mainstream media?" Maybe. No offense, but she does. He had expected her to go to the kitchen and get a baby bottle. The baby eagerly took her protruding red nipple in his mouth.She leaned back, cradling the baby to her tit and tugged her robe open, exposing most of her other swollen boob. She always had big knockers, but now they were especially fat, and round, and smooth. Peter's eyes bulged.Next, she hunkered down in the chair and crossed her legs. They were bare, and the robe fell open on either side, closing at the spot where her legs met,. As carefully as he could and still not revealing his face, he bent down and found a pair of black stiletto shoes, which he stepped into when he stood up straight. He had had plenty of practice walking in these shoes, so it was no problem to step over to the dressing table for the final touches, a gold watch on one wrist, three bracelets on the other, a simple necklace and a pair of clip-on ear-rings. A spray of scent and he was ready.Phil had never been more nervous as he prepared to face.