"It was...interesting," I responded, eager to get back to normal.Carol laughed. "I thought you might like to relive your childhood alittle."Once we w...re back home, I told her, "Okay, you've had your trick for theyear... Can you change me back now?"I stood there with my hands on my hips, staring up at Carol with my mostdefiant look. I knew that I probably looked ridiculous like that and Iwas a little afraid that she'd have something else in mind.Fortunately, she just grinned and nodded.A. At least that's the only thing that made sense. But why the extensive wardrobe if she was to be a white slave? That didn't make sense. But if there was no sexual connotation, then why blanket her sensual nerve endings?Suddenly she realized she still didn't know where she was. She got up and walked to the window. Parting the sheers, she was astounded to see mountains. Southern California Mountains if she remembered right, and judging from the several palm trees just below her window. In fact. . that’s because since the ... altercation, we have gotten to know each other a little, but that doesn’t mean that I know where he is. I don’t even know where he lives. Look, look, I’ll tell you everything I know.” I fished the paper with Stephan’s phone number on it and handed it to him. He looked at it and handed it to busted nose guy. Frankie flat nose looked at the number and whispered in Good Fellas ear. Buster is still barking.“WE have this fucking phone number AND we know where the. " How do we do that?" asked Denise."Talk to them?" suggested Cindy."Can we do that?" asked Denise."If you can't talk to the man who took your virginity, something's wrong," pointed out Cindy."I know," moaned Denise. "I'm just afraid they'll say no, and get all parental on us." Maybe if we waited, until tonight, you know. We can try to sleep with them tonight, and while we're doing that, we can talk to them about it." What if one of us doesn't get to sleep with them, tonight?" asked Denise."That.