Fortunately, Francine had a suggestion. Sheilaput the old dress back on. Without the corset, the fit was snug, which meant the dress had been tailored... I might as well get used to that. In most cases, Sheila and off the rack did not compute and not just because of her measurements. When Trina and George walked into the room, they both did double takes of Sheila, then a third. Neither chose to speak, but I guessed Trina had first noticed the same dress, then noticed the different fit. George. A smile creeps across my face, as I take a peek at him at my side. He catches me looking and grins, pinching a few clusters of the honey flavoured popcorn I’m holding. The adverts end and the room becomes silent in the suspense of what the next few hours hold. It reminds me of being on a train and going through a long dark tunnel, not knowing what everything will look like on the other side. I nervously play with the chain around my neck as the credits appear on screen and. Try it! I think you'll like it."As soon as we got to the room, I picked up my tablet and turned it on. The asterisk flashed in the middle of the screen. When I tapped it, the computer voice said, "Hello, Brent. May I help you?" Uh, yeah. Wait, how did you know it was me when I hadn't said anything?" I recognized your electronic signature as soon as you touched me." Uh, OK. Can you give me some information on the establishment of links between universes?" Accessing. Please stand by."A few. I sat beside her and pushed her back and kissed her sweet lips, she tried to pull away but my hand slipped under her gown and between her legs. She stopped struggling and her arms went around my neck. She pulled her face back, ‘Please let me go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, my love.’ She returned carrying her gown over her shoulder and wearing nothing but a smile. ‘Do you like them?’ she asked holding her breasts in her hands, ‘I love them, they are just right now. I thank you for them.