Neeka helped us out of the cramped backseat and we walked up the ramp to the mall entrance. On the way Neeka made a suggestion."Sue, you need some hee...s. Those running shoes don't do a thing for your legs." Oh, I don't wear heels. I don't have single pair in my closet." You should," I said. "You have a really killer pair of legs. You need to show them off more. Heels will certainly help. So would a shorter skirt. That one is almost past your knees." OK, but not too short. I don't like them so. I could still recognize myself easily enough; my eyes, skin and hairwere the same colors and my facial features looked kind of like my oldones, though without the acne or acne scars, but I was a lot slenderer,and that was definitely a girl's face. My breasts were modest, but theywere the right size for that girlish torso. I took off my T-shirt andgot a better look for a few moments, but didn't take off my bra or jeansjust then. When I did, it was going to take a while, and I needed tohelp. She mouthed “Holee shit” but no sound emerged. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? WHAT THE HOLEE FUCKING SHIT WAS THAT?!?! OH CRAP…WAS THAT HIS DICK?!? It was about that moment that she realized she was actually shaking…or quivering more or less. Her heart was beating…hell, it was pounding inside her chest. His dick literally scared her. It looked grotesque and like…something was wrong with it! Gathering her wits, she staggered down the hall, leaning against the wall for support as she tried to. "Mrs. Sato will be here in less than four hours. I'm ready but will thebloody electricity be working by then?"When the home was purchased for Mrs. Sato, an unknown problem camealong it. Some of the electrical wiring in parts of the house was inneed of repair. The worst area was the kitchen.Roger and Teresa had only learned of the problem on Saturday afternoonand electricians weren't able to begin work till Sunday morning. Afternine hours, the kitchen still wasn't ready."We will be back.