”The composite was an attractive figure and the faces had melded into a surprisingly lovely new one but Chris decided that it was a bit too differen... to Deb.“Take out number seven’s face. What do you think?”“She’s beautiful. Will I look like that?” Deb asked in awe.“No, that’s just the start. That’s an entirely different person to you. Remember I want an improved you not you dumped into some else’s body. AI, call that Blend One and try a ten percent blend of Deb’s body with this one.”The. “They are hammering the clear curtains in the room of the guests right this moment if you want to eject them?” Anjali asked hopefully.This I had to see. Why would anyone hammer curtains? Anjali eagerly led me through the luxurious home and entered one of the bedrooms. Cherry and Berry were working together to rehang the lacy sheers in the windows. These must be the ‘clear curtains’ Anjali had referred to, that had probably just been washed. They were hanging them, not hammering them. Neither. Instinctively, even before hearing Salmonella's warning hiss, the dark Chef turned on his heel in time to see the strange distortion effect as an oddly proportioned figure teleported directly in front of him.'My, Mistress sends her regards, Chef Troy.' The words were planted directly into the man's mind by the female alakazam without a thought as to whether he consented to the mental intrusion."Talia," replied Troy through gritted teeth as he petted the umbreon in his arms compulsively, "so. With a seductive flourish, Enrique slipped two fingersdown the middle of his cleavage, pulling out a twenty-dollar bill andholding the folded money between the tips of two white-tipped nails.The cashier's eyes flitted from the twenty-dollar bill to the cleavage,to the woman's ruby-red lips, to her alluring blue eyes, then back to thecleavage being prominently displayed for his enjoyment. Not lifting hiseyes from Enrique's obviously firm chest, he stammered "Sorry, no." Really?" Enrique tilted.