After parking she walked the little distance to the terrace of Café Engels, enjoying the sensation of walking in the center of the city, dressed as a...pretty girl. She ordered a white wine against the nerves running along her spine, using her best feminine voice. The waiter didn’t seem to notice although he had a keen interest in Irene’s legs. Just after five o’clock a young man walked onto the terrace and asked politely, “Miss Nyman?” Irene followed him to a waiting car, her heels. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, gazing for a moment at her young body. He took off his shirt and Gracie saw toned muscles and tanned skin. He looked at her and said, Take the rest off. His eyes held hers as she slowly unbuttoned her shorts. She let them fall down her legs and then stepped out of them. She felt so vulnerable, but she wanted him to see her. She reached behind and unfastened her bra, letting it too fall to the floor. Her nipples pointed straight to. . everything is getting all mixedup. In here." I pointed at my head."Then take some control. Fight against Nadine's programming. You caninfluence the little bimbo if you just try." I have!" I protested. "When Stephanie's in control, I'm powerless to doanything outside her norm." Oh? Then why was Miss New Raiderette jamming to hits from more than twodecades ago? I froze, head whipping over to the computer.Why had Stephanie decided to listen to music that had been popular whenI was in college? I. "Just happy to help I guess. Just doing my part for Hollywood." Caressing her flesh, JoJo continued to sigh softly as I felt her body literally surrender to my touch. We carried on this way for the longest time, my hands continually working their magic and stroking and caressing her soft skin when the next thing I knew I felt her reach up and grab my hands and guide them over the front portion of her body, in the vicinity of her collar bone and chest. "Um, how about here?" she whispered.