I held my eyes closed for a full five seconds, all I could stand, and opened them once more in order to gaze for an extended time. This time, instead ...f finding her glorious gaze washing over me along with the glow of the sun lamps, I saw only normalcy - bland, normal, everyday women and men, crossing and passing each other on the sidewalk.I wasn't standing anymore; I wasn't bound and I wasn't with her. I was, in fact, seated in a rather comfortable chair, gazing out the window of my corner. I’m sitting up, and I’m not dead yet. I may have pissed myself a little. There’s no spider in my hair. I think. 6:09 6:10 6:11 I sit still and hope the light drives him out the door, if he hasn’t tip-toed out already. I still hear it. ‘Get out of bed and get into the tub NOW!’ A nightmare, right? It had to be. Daylight brings reason, and as the sun peeks over the horizon and fills my bedroom with pinkish light, I feel my terror starting to ease. I haven’t been shot by a man or bitten by a. “The results are dramatic. And you all have seen the changes to Veronica.”The girls nodded. “She used to be a real cunt,” one in the back said. “And now she's so sweet.”“But she's an idiot now,” a brunette said, her chin vanishing into the rolls of fat around her neck. “A complete airhead.”“Price of being beautiful,” I told her. “The choice is really yours. Are you happy the way you are right now? With your life? What would you do to change your fortune. You'll be hot, beautiful. Men will want. "Let me try something." He went to the phone book, found Ray Fargus's home number, and dialed. Ray answered. "Mister Fargus? This is Bobby Allen, from down the road? Frank's son? Yeah. There's a lady here whose car Gus towed away just a little while ago. She forgot to take any of her stuff with her. Yeah. Yeah, her purse too. No, she's fine. No, you don't need to make Gus do that. She just wants to make sure nobody'll mess with her stuff. Yeah. Yeah, if you could do that, that would be great..