By then, it was far too late.“During the divorce everyone asked me why I’d done such a horrible thing. I wish I would’ve had a better explanatio... other than the pathetic excuses I came up with back then. I’ve had ten years to dissect my actions and I believe I now have a better idea of what happened.“This isn’t an excuse,” she said staring coldly at her daughter, “just an explanation of how it happened. Up until now I’ve never wanted to admit the reasons because they make me look as selfish and. It was only later when I thought about things that I realized. I mean, white-haired men of over seventy do not attract twenty-five-year-old women - except it seemed I did. About an hour later she had brought me an unexpected ‘bedtime drink’ and again, even though I was working on my laptop, she had lingered to chat. Again, that wonderfully sexy accent. It raised, amongst other things, the hair on the back of my neck.Not a great deal later as I’d had a long day I turned in, perhaps a little. This puzzled me immensely. Why should such a thing be produced in a translucent material? That this was possible was self-evident but for what purpose? The Lady Petrova displayed its differences very carefully to me. The head was rock hard and totally rigid. The stem was made from a similar material to the corset I was wearing. The part that inserted into the base was as hard as the tip and had an external screw thread. For a couple of feet above the screw thread several rows of holes had been. For thirty long minutes the changing held sway,until there stood Belle, having aged not a day.Her eyes--how they twinkled, how bright and alert!Her cheeks flushed like roses, her breasts high and pert!Her sweet little mouth was drawn up like a bow,and her perfect young skin almost white as the snow."What do I do now?" Scrooge wondered with dread,knowing she could not return to her bed.Her old life was gone and could not be retrieved,a fact about which she felt strangely relieved.Then realizing.