’ Sitting in my tub, filled with water and bubbles, was Nikki! She was looking at me and telling me welcome home. I couldn’t believe it! She look...d even better than I remembered. And I thought she had not even bothered to welcome me home, and now she was here, waiting for me. Her blonde hair was already wet and slicked back. Her eyes were just looking at me, and I could see the lust in her eyes. I’m sure it paled to the unadulterated lust in mine as I looked at her, sitting there and smiling. Marissa adjusted her male self again, not needing muchdiscretion since everyone was too occupied to notice. After a minute or two, with Topper's banter slowing, Marissa turned to Chris to make a snide comment and was stunned to see her old face sagging, eyes unfocused, cheeks heavy and flushed, looking very, very tired. Chris looked like he might nod off at any moment.She couldn't believe it. Her husband, in her body, wasstarting to slip into the hypnotist's power. What should she do?Should she. "No, I am not interested in apologies. Just stay away. And thank God when you go to Mass that I am not going to tell Sebastien!" She hung up and turned to me. "That should hold him, the dumb kid. Now, let me make you some coffee." OK. But I think I deserve an explanation." Carmelo's my cousin. He's 19 and at SDCC -- San Diego City College, just south of Balboa Park. His mother and father are my Aunt Helen and Uncle Ernest; she's my father's sister. They're the people I lived with when I started. “And you were there for that very same reason – as I recall.”“What do you mean?” Mathew demanded impatiently. “Explain yourself woman!”She glanced at him, and her eyes were flinty with hatred. “My name is Ms Rowena Beaumont,” she said flatly. “You will not ever refer to me in that derogatory way again – not if you expect a reply.”He stared at her for several minutes and Aunt Trudy glared right back, and everyone else in the room held their breath.Finally, it was Mathew who blinked first, and.