“It’s just that you look like a Catholic schoolgirl this morning.”Verity rolled her eyes. “Nick, I am a Catholic schoolgirl.”“Right, so yo... looking like a Catholic schoolgirl isn’t funny.” Nick agreed.“I mean ... L’Ecole isn’t a Catholic school, but I am a schoolgirl and I’m Catholic.” Verity reminded him.“Yes, of course.” Nick answered a little too quickly.“But... ?” Verity prompted.Nick took a few more steps, then turned to face her. “But that particular look - the Catholic schoolgirl in the. So many blondes in the world," I muttered to myself bitterly after another minute, "So how am I supposed to find just one?" It certainly didn't seem likely. Not sure what else to do, I thought about James and Carol. The memory of how they had been acting the night before made me frown. But it wasn't just them who were acting weird, it was me too. And none of us had any choice in the matter. In a way, I think that bothered me even more than the physical changes. "I'm turning into someone else,". " No need to be nasty, cowboy," Jane said finally looking up. "Oh, shit."The other four looked up."Axe!" Hailey shrieked, launching herself at him.Don caught her and returned the hug. "Hello, Hailey. Damn you look good." He paused and then added, "Feel good, too." He grabbed a handful of her backside."No fondling the keyboard players," Leigh Hanks said smiling and holding out her hand. "It's good to see you again, Axe."Candy and Sheila both hugged him after Hailey turned him loose."How's the. ‘What is it?’ She asked, already knowing, blushing, equal parts shame and exhilaration in her heart, dueling. Her answer danced on her lips, awaiting freedom. ‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ He asked. He sat, looking at her, waiting. Expectant. Eyes, greedy for her reaction, the minutiae, searched her face. Her shame diminished, heart racing, skin prickling, she nodded slowly. A spark went off inside her, warmth spreading between her legs, up her spine as she admitted her pleasure to her subordinate..