Besides her whimsical and fascinating tales of other lands, it was her laughter that I remembered best. The phrase joi de vivre had been created espec...ally for her… “Bit dingy,” Joey commented, more to himself than to me. Nodding in return, I ran my finger over the rim of the umbrella stand set beside the door, gathering a faint layer of dust for my troubles. It had lain dormant since her death. That much was obvious. “It seemed bigger when I was a kid,” I mused out loud, drawing a chuckle. "One of the most powerful Wizards in the country, maybe the most powerful behind Tolson," he replied. "I've seen his Black Grimoire--it's got hundreds and hundreds of pages. No one challenges him! Our government has a hands-off policy for that monster." "How the hell did Barbie get on that guy's radar?" I asked."He saw her on the street. I heard that every few years he does it to an innocent--tricks them into Magical slavery. My wife figured it out first." She didn't tell you!" I leaned towards. Ever since, standing in a shower or the rain was incredibly erotic to her. She would orgasm for minutes on end as her shower head sprayed onto her cunt… it’s pulsating force almost as pleasurable as Dan was to her. She would take two or three showers a day, stopping only after the hot water would run out. She had been embarrassed by this new and addictive fetish, never telling or hinting to anyone, not even Dan. Yet, here she was standing in Dan’s bathroom, next to a running shower, and about. I finished completing the lookwith long clip-on earrings and a nice straight black wig. I was astunner.When we arrived at the restaurant I wasn't even self conscious Ichecked my makeup in the vanity mirror and felt aroused by my sexyfemale self, even thought that maybe when we came back I could trysexier lingerie and have my cherry popped out again.We were led into a private lounge and when the doors opened I almostfainted, almost all of my friends were there, my face changed colorsten times my.