She wondered ifshe even had muscles, or whether she was imagining them. Either way,she was totally immobilized.He's done it, she said to herself. He'... really done it. I'm a...amannequin! Nobody can know there's someone's consciousness in here! Lookat me! Plastic. I can't even tell I was once alive and I'm looking rightat myself! The more she thought about it, the more she seemed to beturning herself on. Was it the permanence of it? The helplessness? Thisis reality, now, she thought. I'm going. " Hanson tightened his jaw until the muscles twitched at his temples while he thought of Billie's lovely body. The long, straight, flowing brown hair. The way it tumbled over her shoulders like strands of silk. And those pretty, thin shoulders and that narrow, sweet-smelling back. He laughed again, realizing that he'd never really smelled it. It would smell good, though, Hanson was sure. There was that orange T-shirt, too, that made her titties look so small and soft... tipped delicately with. Heck, we don't have a decent backup for third either, and we have two guys in the outfield we should put on the DL. We're close in the running for last place and we need some pop in our bats to improve the season. I'm going to use Matt for his bat if he can be as good as either of our infield people are now. If we need his arm, well, I guess we'll have to send him to the bullpen to warm up or he'll have to warm up between innings."I was grinning and the other three men had serious frowns of. She continued "He's changing channels again - give that back you pig" before the sound of fighting broke out.Clare turned her head to see Jack sitting on top of Ginny and twisting her arm behind her back."Leave her alone you bully - it's not nice picking on your sister when you're so much stronger than her" Clare admonished her son to little effect and returned her gaze to the mirror wishing that Des would come downstairs and give her a break! She was concerned about Jack's treatment of Ginny..