Madge here. How are you?Just trying to beat the heat, Madge. How about yourself?Becky and I were about to go out to the pool and work on our tans a li...tle and cool off in the pool. Would you like to join us? Would I? That sounds heavenly. I’ve been after Jim for the longest time to put in a pool, but he is too cheap to go for it.Well, you can come share ours. It won’t cost you a cent. Just come over when you are ready.Hi Susan. Glad you could make it.Hi Marge. Hi Becky. My, you are growing into. She was dressed in a long-sleeved white blouse partially hidden under a black tailors waistcoat and a mottled gray knee-length skirt. Warm in nature and pleasant of manner, she listened to my blushing request and nodded as she danced around me taking down the details of my measurements with her well-worn tape measure.Once done, she raised her finger dramatically. "Ladies, I shall be but a moment!" She then disappeared behind her counter to the room where her stock was kept.The shop was quiet. He stood up and put the wallet on my motorcycle seat. Then he put the silken rope I had used to kill my mark there. He said something I couldn’t make out and the three of them laughed.“Miss Allen,” the plain closed cop began, as one of the true-blue boys yanked me to my feet. My head started to clear and plotted my escape. The brute cuffed my hands behind my back, the cuffs were snug but not tight, good. “You’re under arrest for the murder of one Thomas Haggar, you have the right...”Yada .... The clothes and the hotel had dented his nest egg noticeably. What would he do when it was gone? Now he realized why Graciela had left him alone: there was nowhere to go, no way to escape. His new body was his prison, and there was no option but to return to Graciela. As soon as possible: his resources wouldn't last two more days. He returned to the hotel, stripped off his clothing, and went to bed, trying not to look at his alien and misshapen body. He cried himself to sleep. January 2.