”“As I said,” John began, “I was assigned to a group up in the Lakes District. We worked by ourselves, our packages were usually just sent out...without contact from the users. One day we got a notice that an analyst was coming up from London to look at some of our raw data. This was a bit unusual, it sort of smacked of someone thinking we hadn’t gotten it right and they were sending an ADULT to see how the children had messed up. Needless to say, we were not in the best of moods when the analyst. "You never know when some cash will come in handy in the future. I thought it would be a good idea to get one started." It's a hell of a good idea," Gina agreed.The ten days was a real test of our voices and endurance. Even though we were only on stage for a little over thirty minutes, we were tense and very aware of the audience's reaction to our music. It was as if we were always testing ourselves, always auditioning to see if we measured up. Our success had come so quickly we were doubting. Because if I don’t like it, you better change quick.”Grace stood, looking in the mirror, “I have on a black button-up dress.”“OK, that works. Panties?”“None”, replied Grace softly. She didn’t mention the grater belt and stockings as hopefully that would be a pleasant surprise and improve Cliff’s attitude.“Perfect. What do you drive?”“A gray 2017 Volvo XC-90.”“OK, get in your car and take the Jersey Turnpike South and head towards 95. Call me when you’re a mile or two from 95 and I’ll tell you. "Suddenly, Paul felt a pair of glasses appear on his face. He was about to protest some more, but he was too shocked to find that he now was wearing braces too to say anything. He felt his chest and his butt deflate until he was as flat as a board, and he could also sense his arms and legs getting even skinnier than before. "There!" Nick said, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect! Even I barely recognize you! Now let's answer the door...." Nick..." Paul said feebly, but it was no use. All he could.