One picture showed Louise reclining sexily on the couch -- the very couch on which we were now seated -- with her right hand held behind her head in a...classic pose, right leg lifted at the knee, and a lovely, somewhat imperious expression on her pretty face. As in the picture hanging above us over the couch, there was a healthy amount of pubic hair visible as well, but in this case, her legs were close together, so nothing between her lovely thighs was winking at us.The other two 8 x 10s. I have noknowledge of who my friends are, what classes I'm taking at school, howto act and dress and now I can't even drive! That's a real bummer. Theprof says I should live the life until we can find an alternative. Ithink he's right. If I tell mom and dad who I really am, I'll end up insome nut house. Besides, Amy is all they've ever known. Something I'velearned already about time travel is if you alter reality, whatever itbecomes truly is reality. The reality is that Mark Bradsworth has. It?s a bit strange what withthe body hair and no breasts but he?s beginning to relax, to overcome hisinitial squeamishness. On impulse he bites quite hard and feels Mistress Anne?sslave respond. He bites again, harder this time and Mistress Anne?s slavegroans. A third even harder bite and Mistress Anne?s slave throws his headback, a whispered ?Yes, yes, yes.? escaping from his clenched teeth. p recognizes that he must takecontrol. Mistress Anne?s slave seems only able to respond. He pushes the. ’ He murmured, as he fought against the healing sleep he needed. ‘Nay my warrior. I’m not an angel.’ Isobel brushed back his long black hair from his face and winced at his wounds as he did. ‘I am here to help you.’ ‘I’m nay dead?’ His voice was somewhere between a fervent hope and a distant dread. She could well understand. For if he was not dead, he knew he was still a prisoner. ‘Nay, you are healing.’ Isobel kissed his temple as he drifted back to sleep, and began to hum a lullaby from her.