”Bobby’s own knees felt weak. She wanted to talk. That wasn’t a good sign. Every time they’d talked before, he’d said something stupid, or s...mething he shouldn’t have said, and it hadn’t turned out well. But she gave him no choice. At least she hadn’t thrown him out. He sat on the chair her robe had been draped over.“What’s changed?” she asked.“Everything!” he moaned. “I’ve been going crazy! I can’t stand it that you’re mad at me. I’ve been in love with you for years, and didn’t know it. Once I. I knew Antonio slipped that into my bag. I'm sure he wanted me to stay wet. I smiled at his audacity and headed back out. My husband was waiting for me. He asked,"Should we go back to The Final Approach?"I knowingly said,"So we can find another Black man fuck your wife?"He sheepishly grinned and I replied,"Yes honey, I'm ready for that."Just before we were ready to go Antonio asked,"Are you really ready for this?"I returned the question,"God honey! Isn't it a bit late to have second thoughts?. Pretty cheekbones had formed. Beauty was being formed before myeyes. It had become a girl's face. The hips widened and reshaped too andthe waist slimmed down.I knew that the spell made a woman of the same age but, as girls maturedfaster than boys, I was not really surprised when a pair of prettybreasts started to grow on her chest. They were small, as I would haveexpected with a young girl, but they were prettily shaped. Each wastipped with a rosy pink areola and prominent nipple.As I watched. I was blown away by the object and immediately ordered one from him. A month or so later, he delivered my fire stoker and I happily paid him for the masterpiece. Although I saw him coming and going from the shop across the road, I did not personally encounter him again, until two months later.Uncle Pete arrived at my gallery one morning, in search of a favour. He asked me if I would type a letter for him. Assuming that it was a business letter of sorts, I was surprised to find that he wanted me.