" Ken stopped and thought for a second. "You may not know this, but I read up on him in Amy's data base. He was kept in solitary confinement for his w...ole prison term. When the bastard was finally executed, he will have cost the Nevada government almost thirty five million dollars to keep him alive and healthy. I say that is too much," Ken thought for a minute, and a smile came to his face. "I have an idea but let me run it by Amy first."Ken walked over to the table, and sat and closed his eyes. “Sure you were.” She gave me one last smile and turned back to finish her task, giving up on teasing me for the moment.When she was done, she suggested we could have a bath together. I didn’t want to let her see me naked again, but the truth was, the damage had already been done. A bath would probably be pleasant. After a weekend of slaving for Clara I probably smelled, too.I saw that tremendously large bath, big enough for the two of us and more, and I couldn’t help feeling sad and tearing up.. ‘Do you really think they’re perfect?’ ‘Everything about you is perfect.’ ‘Would I still be perfect if my hair was just mousy brown?’ Bottle blond, bottle blond, perfect, padded bra. I made a guess. I knew it was important… ‘Your hair is brown. I know about the dye.’ ‘Would I still be your perfect golden girl if I didn’t dye it?’ ‘Hey! Hey, Nancy, it isn’t what’s outside that’s golden. It’s what’s inside. It’s what shines out of you…’ ‘Even now you know about all this mess and crap and shit. . well notpermanent obviously but the first thing I couldn't just remove like theclothes or wipe off like the makeup. My mind started running at a hundredmiles an hour, did I really want this? could I go through with it? couldI stop it if I wanted to? I had to find out where I stood."Mistress this has been moving so fast.... what will you do to me?" Iasked"Oh its too late to worry about that!" she laughed "I mean I have footageof you naked in the garden and the shop footage of you in women's.