Felicia was 5' 7", fully developed with thick, straight blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Her full young breasts pushed at the t-shirt that was tuck...d into her Daisy Duke cutoffs. She made a beautiful, fresh 18-year old package, glasses and all. Her problem was that she didn't see herself as a pretty young woman. Not a lick of self-confidence emanated from her. No boyfriends either. She rarely looked me or my husband in the eyes, even when we were paying her. She probably saw herself as a. This nondescriptlittle medal had a magic power--some heavy hoodoo. If touched to an itemof clothing it would transform the wearer of the Medallion's into adoppelganger of whoever last wore that garment. Having borrowed part ofhis ex's wardrobe, Chrissie's friend-in-law was now living a desperatehousewife life in a chintzy suburb of Richmond.I laughed. It made no sense, and I told Chrissie so. If you could build adevice to transmute matter, why would you make something so bizarre andimpractical?. She was eager to hold my cheeks and kiss on (My Taekwondo workout + Yoga kept me young, soft and is still with me at 40+).Her kissing type was too classic and I told her to stop and after hugging her, Breasts pressing fully on my chest, I whispered in her Ears while nibbling her lobes and tasting them. My voice was not a whisper but a groan. ‘1. Open your mouth and never close 2. Put out your tongue and do exactly like what I do with my tongue on your pretty Face and you will learn, ok? Sweet,. Susan loved you in the same way. How could we ever make up for our betrayal by loving you more? But we lied to ourselves, each in turn, because of our ambitions."Early, I can't tell you how shocked and horrified and guilty I felt when John Stickner called me up and told me that you were on to us. I went to that hasty meeting. I did what I could to try to make up some kind of cover story. It was a lawyerly thing to do something to protect our client and her case. When I first looked at Susan's.