Yawning, I tilted my head back until it hit a flanneled stomach and I was looking up at one of the most gorgeous chins I've ever seen. There is a spot...on a male body that fascinates me -- it's the place where the chin meets the neck: the confluence of shared curves is breathtaking in its natural fluidity and beauty."Hi, Dave," I mouthed, still half-yawning, "I saw you when I came in. Are you done working desk now?" Well, seeing how it's midnight, it's about time, don't you think? I'm closing. Unfortunately the poor cow thought that was because he was developingsome respect for her. The real reason couldn't be further from her naive belief. After a quick visit to the Medical Department, Joyce was ready to be reshaped.The process involved first suctioning all the fat from the region to be changed,then replacing it with micro-beads of silicone, which could easily be contouredby means of high frequency radiation. Each section could be shaped in threedays, the only side effect being. “One of our radiants and a demigoddess needs our help. Go and saddle my horse.”Hope surged through me. “Hurry!”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ZanyiaThrobbing pain pounded my skull. My eyes fluttered open, staring up at leaden skies. I whimpered, my thoughts muddled. My ears flicked. I inhaled, smelling stale sweat and sickness. I squirmed beneath the heavy blankets.“Master...” I murmured.“Shh,” a girl said, her face peering down at me. She had blonde hair framing her round features. “Who.... Trust me. Love you.” She hangs up the phone and walks down the block.Her old neighborhood hasn’t changed too much. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She gives him a big smile. “Tinsel!” he says, remembering her. “I remember you. Look at you. You’re all grown up.