I’ve hardly been anywhere.”I said I’d write my friends in Charleston if they wanted an Oregon.“Jane and I are doing watch this Saturday,” Eu...tice told me, helping our hostess with the coffee. Back in Charleston, we never drank coffee while we played. Out here, everybody just lays down their hands -- face down, but not always -- while we add the cream and sugar.“Watch?”“Coast watch. Looking for subs.”“Oh my! I didn’t know.”“We never see any, but the Japs got a freighter.”“Oh, my!”“Or sometimes. . I forgot to tell you, too, that there's something waiting for *you*, not for --" She stopped, gaping at the dining room table. She put her hands on her hips. She said, "Steven. What did you do?" She turned to me, grinning, surprised. "What the hell did you do?"Martha closed and locked the door, frowning. "What is it?"Ronnie said disbelievingly, "C'mere, look at this. Look what he did."Martha walked toward the table, her eyes widening as she got closer. She breathed, "Well, good lord." She. I pulled back and he let go. He simply smiled at me and licked his lips. My breathing was heavy and I felt my nipples tighten in response to the kiss. He just smiled and said, "Magnificent." I shivered from his voice. It was smooth, like fur rubbing on my skin. "Thank you," was my only reply. My fingers touched my lips. He held out his hand and I automatically gave him mine. "When I saw you here, I knew I had to taste you," he murmured. He pulled me to him slowly and I realized that he thought. It worked, but not verywell, and unlike the hair, it reverted shortly after you stopped focusinghard on it. It felt more like sucking in your gut, than changing who youare. We all agreed to revert our hair to normal and go to school andwork as normal on Monday, although I got a few envious glances because Icould remain as Nikki at home.Stage 3That Monday went pretty much like any other Monday. I was tempted to tryto do my weekly grocery shopping as Nikki, but decided not to. Eventhough I.