’ ‘Gypsy deceiver!’ ‘My prospective beauty, I never lie!’ The gypsy said, smiling a mouth of perfectly re-grown teeth. ‘You must perform t...e final task, or you shall never be beautiful.’ ‘What task!’ Nausea Mundane cried out. ‘What task!’ ‘You must outrun Ugly.’ ‘Nonsense!’ Nausea Mundane cried. ‘Even I, an ugly girl, knows that you cannot outrun Ugly. None can.’ ‘Certainly none can, for all of Ugly was vested into you… but that is the true beauty of this. Because you are so ugly, Ugly is not. The nature of the amusements these people had in mind for her was becoming all too obvious. Laughing and taunting her, they took turns adding to Christy's torments, each in some special, fiendish way. One man seemed to take particular delight in zinging a small, ugly, braided whip back and forth across her nipples until they were achingly sore. Another took advantage of their rawness to intensify the effects of a cleverly devised set of weighted nipple clamps. Christy tried to stay still to. .. a nineteen year old nobody from a medium sized rural town in the back blocks of California.Suddenly the whole thing just seemed so ridiculous. Katrina Jones was seriously thinking about turning around and going right back into Eleanor’s office and apologizing for her own foolish arrogance and audacity when something caught her attention.Sitting in the reception area was a very good looking young man reading one of the magazines that Katrina had been reading earlier. Katrina had no idea who. "Marcus looked at me with a slight grin. How many times has he seen the cuckold come back to take a peek at his wife?"Last night was unbelievable. I know you caught the end of it but Sara was amazing all night long. She really bloomed as a woman. I know you probably want to talk to her so I will get dressed and go down to the store for a while."After Marcus left I walked over to the bedroom. My lovely Sara was sleeping peacefully on her stomach. The bed sheet that had concealed her body last.