, just as they were supposed to. Laurahadn't had time to change out of her school clothes yet, so she let them inand disappeared to her room to change... She returned wearing shorts and at-shirt, and it was obvious to both friends that she wasn't wearing abra. Laura's parents arrived soon after that, and the girls did typicalsleepover things -- watched movies, ate, and talked about boys -- untilLaura's parents said good night and retired for the evening. Laura thensuggested, "Come on, let's move. Cockwidth? Can I speak to Susan?? ?Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?? Mark Cockwidth eyed the girl suspiciously. She looked raggedly, uncombed, desperate. ?Please, I have to speak to Susan. I?m Mary. Mary Fisher. Please. Me and Susan had been friends. Don?t you remember me?? The girl looked at him with pleading eyes. Yes, he remembered her now. She had lived only some streets away, and she and Susan had played quite often together. But then, some years ago, Mary?s. . justget dressed kinda quick, OK?"And as quickly as he'd been to grab my arm and drag me to the register,he left me completely alone, utterly brain-fried from frenzied sex, inthe center of his goth shop.I stayed laying down as he left to keep catching my breath, the aircoming easier after each intake. I could feel my bust getting smaller,though not by much, and when I looked down again my skin had lightenedfrom the tanned hide he had dreamt me to have back to a slightly-darkercream color. The. "Eva." She's very pretty," Wolfgang said, taking his brandy from the woman's delicate fingers."Yes." Geli smiled at the photo."And this man?" Wolfgang reached for another picture, lifting it carefully."Are you sure you're not a policeman?" she laughed lightly, teasing Wolfgang. "I've been blessed with many ... friends." I see," Wolfgang nodded, looking at the photo of his father with his arm around Geli, smiling for the camera as they sat over a romantic dinner. It was a picture of the sort.