Then it was that the events of the previous few days impinged on my conscious mind, not to mention a certain woman’s arrival in my life.The first re...ction was excited elation that Rachel Grantham, the Rachel Grantham (except she was now Rachel Trowbridge), was intent on making me her boyfriend and who knows what else?The next was that she was different from the other women I’d met, dated and/or bedded. Rachel was Zoë material, someone whom I already wanted to be more permanent. I could not see. The changes are subtle, but obvious at the same time. She was 21 again. Her hair is a lighter blonde, not quite platinum, but lighter with some lowlights thrown in. Her cheek bones are more defined.Her eyes are still the mesmerizing green that they've always been. Now they are encircled in a dark eye liner and mascara. Her eye brows are perfectly plucked and darkened. Her lips are more plump and a shiny red. They look good enough that you wish your dick was back right now to have them wrapped. I was about to pass the sugar to Ray when I heard her whispering, reciting something or other. I turned to face her and saw that she was pointing to Ray and me alternately."Ip, dip sky blue, who's it, not you! Not because you're naughty, not..." She stopped when she became aware that Ray and I were staring at her with bemused expressions on our faces. "It's all right", she said, a look of innocence on her face, "I haven't gone bananas." No?" I sounded less than convinced."No!" she responded in. Charles had put on his seatbelt. His mom was behind the steering wheel."Aren't you just excited hun. We are going to see what our future house looks like," his mom said.Charles yawned. This was the first time Charles was going to be visiting his old hometown Constantinople's Lot. He had not been there in over seven years. The only time he ever saw his grandparents was when they came down to visit him and his mom. His grandparents had a car and just loved to travel whenever they get the chance..