What are you doing here?" " So you're saying that you liked what you saw. I want to thank you for getting Ellen her new job here." I looked her in the...face. " Sure." " How much?" " What?" " How much did you like what you saw?" " I don't know what you mean." She laughed again. " Sure you do...in fact, I saw how much you liked it... a lot, judging by the reaction. A huge amount." I feel myself coloring again. " So why are you asking me, if you already know?" " Just checking." She turned away but. Now in there early twenties there paths had crossed again. The fact that she had bloomed late and had become a very attractive woman, certainly had helped rekindle his interest. This was quickly followed by dating, marriage, children, and grand children. They, over the years had shared a great and somewhat creative sex life. But now in her late 40s and feeling that her family no longer needed her, and her husbands interest more into cars and sports, had left her feeling old and very. Then, in the strange course of events, the vital statistics and picture on the license started to change before his eyes. The license nearly fell out of his hand. But within a few seconds, his disbelieving eyes could make out a name..."My name is Carissa Marie Needham?" the new woman said timidly, obviously unsure of herself. Upon closer examination, she could see that the license now provided the correct information for her new self. Sex: Female. Height: 5'6". Weight: 125 pounds. Beside the. .. Constance was next. She waited nervously, with her sister. She was dressed in a bright red, sneakily, sexy, specifically designed slave auction dress with a plunging neckline that appeared to plummet all the way down to her waistline, but had a panel of material behind its ruffled trim that kept Constance fully covered while still maintaining an alluring illusion. The overall effect of the dress with its ruffled theme was designed to give the wearer a girlish charm, while still maintaining.