And what was the “Treat” that Angela had promised my faith-full hound? I couldn’t let on I knew, nor that I had cameras about the place but I ha... a plan. I phoned Angela and told her that I wouldn’t be home until Saturday morning, whereas in reality I intended to be home Friday night. She promised to look after Bruiser and I was sure she must have had the biggest smile on her face as she chuckled to herself whilst talking to me. Was Friday night going to be “Treat” night?Friday, I wrapped up. The policemen, whom Asim had somehow managed to evade, were ass-up. Showtime. I slipped my hand into my left pocket. It was under the table, out of Asim’s view. The remote was nothing special: just eight buttons and a small LED in an enclosure the size of a Mars bar. I was sure this remote would be able to cover the distance, although I had expected to be able to hold it up to the window. If not, K-T could also reproduce the signal. Her powerful transmitter would cover several miles, but I. Thetreatments, the vitamins, the exercises and yoga, the treated poolwater and spa, the pedicures, the facials, the waxing and massages, thebody contouring, the mini face lift, your hair, your beautiful nails andtoenails, your smooth skin, not to mention your budding breasts andcurvy body. I just love the new you, my new girlfriend."In an instance everything was coming back to me. The cocktails, the softmusic, the "vitamins", and all the other things were meant to change mefrom James to Jamie.. Look at her ass-cheeks quiver!" Steve feebly whimpered. "Christ almighty, I can't stand it! The look on her face... she's actually going out of her mind... !"Mark had not let free of his friend, fearing the picture in its exactness was bound to sooner or later penetrate, and once again he held fast to the writer's arm. "Hold on, buddy... for Christ sake! Don't make some stupid move! Look around you! Those bitch dogs are jealous as hell and are just waiting for the slightest reason to get at the.