"Okay," Jeff called into the dark room, "I'm here."An overhead light suddenly came on. The garage was empty except for hisold body and Molly, who were...standing across from Jeff. "Hey, babe,"Nikki said, waving his hand at Jeff in her body."M-Molly... Jeff... what are you doing here?" Jeff asked, automaticallycalling Nikki by her own, real name.Molly raised an eyebrow. "A bit more respect, mortal. I, Malificent,have come, as promised, to restore you and Nikki to your true selves." Already," Jeff. She retrieved the envelope and pulled out four or five sheets of paper. It was formally written, addressed to her at Foley Road. It included a job title of “Event Executive”, a formal place of work at Millsum’s offices in the city, a blank starting date and further down, some terms and conditions that she had seen on employment offer templates many times. It was section thirty-five though that she was really looking for, on page four. Starting salary was to be eighty-five thousand, payable in. "Sharon turned back toward her bedroom, and the Wench followed. When Sharon shrugged out of her nightie and grabbed a pair of pants, she asked, "You're dressing?" You and I have different rules," Sharon responded. "One of mine is 'never make it easy'." She grabbed a blouse."No underwear?" the Wench wondered."Some things aren't worth the aggravation," Sharon retorted. "If messing with my mind is what he wants, he'll just shred them. If I'm lucky, the outerwear will hold him; if not, anything. She had pulled several books off a shelf and was putting them back one at a time, checking the spines to make sure they were in correct order.She was wearing a full calf-length denim skirt and a bright blue silky blouse. Her hair hung loosely on her shoulders and he had to resist pressing himself against her back, burying his face in her thick curls, and rubbing his hands over her breasts."Hi," he said, softly."Hey, you." She turned and smiled at him. "Aren't you supposed to be writing?" Yeah,.