In the course of driving his hands had already pulled her skirt up to her waist baring her g-string to his lecherous gaze and hands as he rubbed the s...ft cloth and then crept underneath to the warm and welcoming flesh underneath. He had fingered her slightly, just enough to get her nice and wet so he could taste and she was sweet, he thought as he pulled his hand back, licking his fingers. Unable to refrain his hands then traveled up to her breasts and pulling the stretchy neckline further down. Leslie ran back to the alien box and stared at the image. She slowlyrealized that the device had transformed her into what she'd imaginedon the display.Frantically, she slapped the red crystal and began to imagine herselfas _herself_, large breasts and sex-kitten figure and all. Sheconcentrated on the body she was too familiar with, even if she wassometimes contemptuous of her assets and what they'd done to hercareer. That didn't matter at the moment. They were hers, her truebody and self,. The service was truly a treasure, one of many that belonged to the High Priestess it was rumored. Most believed the objects were gifts from patrons from an earlier time in her life. Her famed Fabergé Egg, the Rosebud Egg, sat in its place of honor on the high alter of sacrifice. The egg was given by Tzar Nicholas II to his new wife in 1894 of the old calendar. The egg was not a favorite of the Tzarina since its blood red enamel reminded her of the fact her son suffered from hemophilia, a. .."Stephanie's blood froze."Ssstteeevie..." N-n-no, sweetie, I-I'm Stephanie. Steph... ah, Steph-a-nie."The child said nothing for a moment, then came thumping down the rest ofthe way. He toddled over to the top of the small wooden stairs and shookhis waist, like he was swinging a hula hoop. "...Wha... what are you..."The child looked down at his toes, which he pointed up in the air. Herolled his feet forward and wavered on his tip-toes, then rocked backonto his heels. He repeated this.