Her most memorable feature washer great mop of flame red hair that cascaded down her back inrebellious waves and curls that no comb or brush could eve... tame. Shehad the complexion to match, a visible testament to her Irishheritage. Milky pale skin was the canvas for a constellation of orangefreckles that were sprinkled so liberally they nearly blended togetherto form a uniform whole. Her mouth was wide and sensuous, with dimplesthat appeared when she flashed one of her frequent smiles. Her. Anne had not discovered any way to remove the DNA altering virus which had turned Jim into a very pretty young woman.She had decided wisely to take some well needed rest for several hours before returning to the problem. The house was quiet, Jim and Julie were obviously not up yet. Anne stumbled into her room and was about to collapse on her bed, when she saw it was already occupied by two twin girls in their late teens. The one on the far side was snoring softly, it took her a moment to. The next day we had our breakfast, and Claire wandered down to the beach while I got the children into the kids club. I was so excited about the way this holiday was going but was also a bit apprehensive about Claire, and she seemed to be enjoying all the attention she was getting.When I got to the beach, Claire was having a henna tattoo done on her arm by an older woman. She said it read 'Claire' in Arabic, but there was no way of knowing. The tattoo was just about ready as I sat down, and the. It seemed to be a mix of accusation (or was that my imagination?), amusement and something else. What? &hellip, Challenge? &hellip, Defiance? Whatever, I was hungry and told Julie I was going to shower and get dressed for dinner.The dining room was full of mostly couples, some families, with each party having its own table. We ate a delicious meal and chatted amiably from what I remember. I do recall that Julie ordered oysters to go with the champagne she said. I, of course, brought up the.