"Robert, this is the lady we werechatting to you about the other day."Stepping further into the room Samantha was standing behind her dressedto go int... the town, wearing a short knee length pleated mauve skirt,matching loose top and, over her arm, a double-breasted raincoat. Wearingcomfortable inch and half court shoes, she looked as if she was ready todo some retail therapy inside of just going for a replacement laptopbattery charger.Robert stepped forward to greet Samantha, both catching each. “Maybe so, but do you want your friends and relatives going through your packed luggage?”Lauren’s eyes widened at the thought. She and Peter were taking a ‘no-undies’ honeymoon, and except for her nighties, Lauren had modeled everything for Peter the previous weekend. For the formal nights, Peter had packed his tuxedo and Lauren was taking her wedding gown and the black strapless gown she had gotten from Helen. Otherwise, all she had packed were a variety of dresses, skirts, and tops, some. Damn I'm glad I came here tonight," somebody in the crowd says. "Are you getting pictures?" Another asks their girlfriend. "Pictures? Fuck that, I'm filming it. This is too hot to miss." Several others are recording it as well. This will probably be all over the internet soon. "…heathen perverts completely naked, fornicating in front of God and everybody else. I'm just thankful there weren't any children here tonight…" an old woman says on her cellphone, unable to take her lustful eyes off. "You can transmigrate minds!" Well...the ethical use would be to transfer thoughts for the purpose of--" To hell with ethics! Can you replace the mind of one person with that of another?!" Well..." A man worth 60 million-plus dollars is a close, personal friend of mine." Yes!"***A convertible pulled up in front of a stone mansion. A man sitting on an ornate iron bench stood, but still held onto his whittling."Well, Miss Jane, what brings you here?" a man who was as rustic as the doctor was.