Bobby handed me a baseball cap that had a ponytail that looked like real hair. The hair color was dark drown with a lot of gray in it. Around the bott...m edge of the cap there were lots of strands of hair sticking out. When I put the hat on I looked like a middle aged man with a pony tail and graying hair. My face didn’t match the look but Bobby had a fix for that too. He gave me a prosthetic nose that was just a little bigger than mine but changed my face dramatically. Then Bobby showed me how. She knew she was just as desirable as when he had married her. And her passion hadn't cooled, in fact, it seemed even snore volatile and explosive. As a matter of fact, her preoccupation with sex lately worried her. Was she--could she--turn into a nymph? She had read case histories about women who couldn't get enough intercourse. She often thought some of the symptoms paralleled her own feelings of lust.Hadn't she seriously considered--if only briefly--an affair with Dell Emerson? Oh, she had. It was water, and it brought to her attention that she was, in fact, thirsty. She drank some more. She looked at Master and asked, "Where are we?" "We're still at the mansion. You went on a little trip, Nora, so I took you upstairs to a room to rest. Don't worry about anything, Nora. Everything is fine." She spoke, "Last night... That was indescribable, sir." Master smiled, "Thank you, Nora. I couldn't have said it better myself. Watching you have such pleasure... It was wonderful beyond. Then the applause began. Jill, expecting the reaction to Jan's speech, remained seated. The applause grew in volume. Moments later, women began to stand; it soon seemed like all the women in the great hall were on their feet. Anita returned to the rostrum and said, "Jan, please rise! What you're hearing is a tribute to you."Janice rose at her seat and stood for a few moments. She did not smile or wave. The applause reached a crescendo and then tapered down. Jan smiled and resumed her seat.Jill.