Still, H-Dawg wouldn’t mind that, the car itself would be worth the money. He could use seats from another car. She noticed, with a measure of dista...te, that the owner had replaced the standard gear shift with one of his own–a stylized representation of a man’s penis. Probably some rich guy’s pussy magnet, she thought as she pulled off the driveshaft cover, feeling underneath for the ignition wires…he’s off looking for some hooker or something, and he’s gonna come back and find his ride gone.. She preferred saris that attributed to her dignified looks. She looked graceful by concealing most of her waist and navel irrespective of the variety of sari she wore. She felt at ease wearing blouses with sleeves or otherwise although she was particular about how perfectly it fitted her well shaped body. She couldn’t help revealing her cleavage through the low cut necks of the blouse beneath the sari fabric. Her round firm breasts crowned with two brown nipples looked arousing under her front. After an hour I had the basics ruffed out on canvas but more importantly I had a better idea of what the finished painting would look like. It was of a woman in a long dress walking along a beach and holding a Victorian Lace Sun Parasol above her head and partially obscuring her face. She was barefoot and small waves would touch her feet and retreat.My mind was deep into the imagined thoughts of the model in the painting when an annoying ringing kept on and on. I came out of it and with a sigh. "So how can I help?" she asked."Well," I hesitated. "We can't go back now, god knows what would happenif she found out, Melissa might end up in care or worse," I said. "So what are you going to do?" I paused. "Well I need to become Alex the girl," I said hardly believingI had just said that. "You mean full time?" she asked with a surprised tone."Well while I'm here looking after Melissa anyway," I said continuing."So that's where you come in you need to turn me into Alex."She sat considering.