I will be having a photographer here in a few hours, but I think this is another story I can write up. And yes, I already cleared things with Mr. Cumm...ngs, I understand what I can and can not say.”By this time everybody had shown up, so I handed out the character sheets and we started. Skip’s son was there to help out in the shop while his dad played, and we also drafted him to operate the camera sometimes. He had a blast, every 20 minutes or so moving it to another position.And quickly. .and I was greeted by this apparition (except that it wasn't) of thisstunningly beautiful woman. She was in her 50's or thereabouts with themost beautiful almost elfen look to her face, grey hair, bright redlipstick and as I took in the rest of her she smiled."Hello my dear. You must be Angella. Amos has been telling me all aboutyou whilst you've been bathing. It sounds like you two are a match madein heaven from the way he is going on." And she reached out and took myhand in hers. " And just. They stood aside and watched as the pack worked, slowly unearthing the buried vessel like it was some forgotten archeological structure on a dig. Schaffer chuckled to himself as he imagined them using the ends of their fuzzy tails like brushes to clean artifacts of dirt and debris.They got it done remarkably quickly, it couldn’t have taken them more than half an hour, and Zagza had even instructed them to clear a small area around the dropship as he knew more or less how it worked. They stood. "I'm cold, Miss Amber." Sarah said finding herself too stiff already to getoff the bed and dress herself. Miss Amber, a cocoa skin mannequin just smiledand walked over to the dresser for some of Miss Smith's clothes.Leaning up against the pillows, Sarah stared in shock as Amber pulled herhose off and showed that Sarah now had a smooth, sexless crotch. As Sarah ranher plastic hand over it, an electrical spark shot through her body. Amberthen took Sarah hand and sat it on her leg. Sarah realized.