The very next night, I arrived at the night club to set up for the evening and there she was, sitting by herself at a table near the stage! I greeted ...er with excitement and told her how happy I was to see her again and we spent the entire evening exchanging glances and smiling at each other. Even though I couldn't believe it, I was totally smitten by her. As the night progressed I would drop by her table on breaks and visit with her, all the while hoping that my wife wouldn't walk in and catch. ." the voice started."Do not thank me doctor, we all have better things to do than exchange pleasantries that none of us feel. I wish to be done with this, then get on with life such as it is." Angelika said in hushed bitter tones. The voice sighed it had been so long since he'd actually seen them, since that last day in the late 50's when he left them with an old friend."Yes I will dispense with them also, as I said all four of you are the products of genetic manipulation. Though I am sure. A few days later as I passed my parent’s bedroom I looked in. Just as before, a pair of nylon stockings was at the foot of the bed. I went in to examine them. This time there was no girdle, only the stockings and my mother’s skirt. I picked the stockings up from the bed to look at them. They were a shade commonly referred to in the 60s and early 70s as cinnamon. The stockings were ultra sheer with reinforced toes and nude heels. As I tried to look at them better I realized that my mother had. Shit! Dr. Morgan swore to herself. The horny little bitch got me so distracted I forgot about Lonnie. I can’t let that happen again. She quickly dismounted from Jeanette’s face, shoving her to the floor, and pulled her skirt back down over her hips. In seconds she had regained her composure and looked the cool professional. Lonnie blinked at the transition wondering for a moment if he’d really just seen what he thought he saw. Lonnie Evans stood just over six feet tall, but looked bigger.