“I see you admiring my flip flops.”“Mmm, very much. They’re nice.”“I bought them from Woolies. Got them cheap in last year’s Summer sale...”I laughed. “There you go, changing the subject.”She looked confused and there was silence as we both tried to think of something to say. “It’s hot,” I said at the end of the silence.“Yes,” she agreed. “Would you like to come in out of the sun?”I nodded my head up and down. “Indoors?”She turned and I followed. As she walked in front of me I studied her rear. She was mine to do with as I liked and nobody would care. My secret was safe provided that I handled her carefully.I quickly made up my mind about what to do with her, which didn't involve hurting her at all. She was going to experience the Cuthberts to the extreme, then we would see how she reacted. I comforted her a little and gave her some reassurances about having a friend in me.I showed her the inside of the atrium, but I didn't let her get even close to the flowers of the Cuthbert. So by. I loved her voice, not just her relatively exotic Canadian accent, but its timbre and expressive quality.She used her hands a lot to describe things and her eyes would flash when she was excited about something.She told me I was too skinny, but I had a cute 'butt.' That slang term had not become common usage in NZ then. I told her she had a 'bum' to die for, at which she laughingly told me that bum had an altogether different meaning in Canada.I normally get a little claustrophobic in confined. "What do you think?" Victor had a goofy grin on his face as he peeredover my shoulder."What am I supposed to think? I think this is awful!" I know, something's missing. I want your hips to be wider..." Victor! Not again!" The electric buzz started again, focused at myhips. I watched in the mirror as they became wider, but at a slowerrate than my chest. My skirt rose a little as my hips widened. I couldalso feel the band of my panties dig into my soft flesh.After a few seconds, Victor.