More or less.”That got my attention. I jumped out of bed to join her at the closet. It was as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard except for two ide...tical– almost– cheerleader outfits. They looked like something out of the 1960s with short pleated skirts and a sweater top. One had a white skirt with a white top. Emblazoned across that top was the face and flag of the New England Patriots. The other had a dark blue top with a gold skirt. The giant horned LA Ram was on the sweater.“Well,” I said. Not nearly asvoluptuous or feminine, but the similarities were startling."What's hap..." Chris started to say. But his voice had changed to. Itwasn't the voice of a woman, but higher than it had been. Worried nowof what other changes might have taken place, he checked down below."Thank God!" It was still there. But on further inspection, was it alittle smaller?"What's happening to me?" Chris managed to get out this time.Chris heard movement outside his door and realized that the light. . right, that was rude," he paused as if to restructure how he wasgoing to proceed, "I was trying to coordinate something for you tonightand after talking to you a bit I could tell you weren't in the mood foranything to heavy. The request was, if the chemistry was right, that youwould be available all night." Brad..." and he interrupted me before I could continue."Yeah, I know, rough night last night. I got that and now what Lisa toldme earlier makes a bit more sense. Problem is we need to. ” “I see” Mrs Howard said, looking cross. She looked at Ellie dressed in her sleeveless pink top white shorts and thought how cute she was, as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but she knew better. The little minx has a sharp tongue and a bottom that needs constant reminders about how to behave, and a tongue that did wonders when let loose between Mrs Howard’s legs. For now though she was her strict self and asked “let me get this straight Ellie, you were rude to your Mother on.