It wasmarvelous to be outside and enjoy my femininity, looking at my glass ofchampagne with the marks of my lips on it, or looking at my cigarettethat...also had my lipstick on it. After almost an hour I went backinside and sat in the living room just to appreciate my femininity.As I was relaxing I was surprised by a knock at the back door. Firsttime someone came this late at the back door. I did not answer andwaited. A few minutes later there was another knock and then I heardsomeone saying. Her face was freshly washed and she wore pale lipstick with little or no other makeup. Her hair was magnificent. Jet black, it shined all the way down her back to her belt. It was obvious she was proud of it and took good care of it. I wanted to run my fingers through it."Is your husband home giving out candy?" I asked her."No Husband." I never know what to say in a situation like this. I don't know if 'I'm sorry' is appropriate." You don't have to say anything. That was a long time ago. He. He was in a short relationship with another Miss but it ended when she tried to control him beyond what he was comfortable with. Once dinner is over we head into the living room for some coffee and to keep talking. I know they’re both expecting me to make the first move, because well that’s my job. After a little while I look at them, I can tell things are going well, but both are nervous. “Ella?” “Yes, Miss?” “I want you to strip Jason for me. Once she’s done, Jason I want you to do the same. I watched her sit down right in front of me, and it looked like she was typing below my field of view."This is hard work, your asking me to miniaturize something that took me years to develop at its current sizes." Dr. Klein said."Fine what ever, just remember what happened to your boy friend, we can make the same happen to you." The man said before walking out.I could hear the locks dead bolt on the lab door, Dr. Klein looked around the room before she looked right at me and winked, I figured.