Yet this wasn't my voice,not my own! I cried when I heard the altered pitch and breathiness.They, a pack of wolves, had stolen my very self. I was a e...nuch butmore, I was a woman? With a voice to match my femininity. How long hadpassed since I'd awoken? Ten minutes? No one was near or observing myincreased agitation.A soft light appeared over what looked like a door, but the surface wassmooth, with no identifiable pull or even hinges. Within a ten count adoor did open and in walked a tall woman. She wore no makeup whatsoever and hadn't even a ribbon in her flowing in waves, raven black hair that hung way down past her waist. Oh, My God, what a tiny waist she had. I mean, Barbie, eat your heart out.Her very fine chiseled upper class English features were so striking that even lipstick would have been too much. Her glowing porcelain alabaster skin was pale. It looked as if the sun had never touched it. As if reading my mind, she said, "I so seldom seem to be out during the day, you. This conversation happened when I when to her home. She changed her sim the same day and thanked me for the advice. It was on that night and I started to think deeply about her character and the extra marital affair thing brought light to her real character. If she can have an affair then why can’t she have an affair with me now, when she has lost her sex life and I decided to give a try on this, and was waiting for a chance for a break through.After some days, she told me that she is not able. Could you take two hours?" she asked, clutching her bag.Bob looked at a schedule and spoke to several of his employees, giving them instructions on what to do for various patients who were due in during the time he'd be gone.Bob opened the door for Brandy and she slid into his restored 1967 Shelby Cobra. He merged into traffic with a surge of muted horsepower and Brandy was pressed back into her seat. She clutched the bag with the models she'd made in her lap."So ... where do you want to go for.