First from fat Mrs. Bessemer, but then, because everyone said I was getting so good, Mr. Trombley.It was a drive to get to Mr. Trombley's. He and his ...ife lived in a big house clear on the other side of town, so my mom had to drive me over there. Every Thursday afternoon, four o'clock. One hour. My mom told me it wasn't that much of a hardship because she could grocery shop during that hour over at the discount grocery. Hi-Lo, I think it was called. Thursdays was double coupon day or something. His goal was to bring in his horses and start breeding them here. He fell on hard times and is now struggling to keep one farm producing. He is a desperate man and few if any can afford the size of this house and land. You would be doing him a favor if you were to buy it and you could get a great property at a great price.”“How much does he want?”“He has probably spent 1.5 million Denarii. He owes a few tradesmen some money and is asking a million to get out of the property.”“I will need a list. He picked upelectrodes. "These are to be near your vagina. It will help us taking areading of how intense your orgasms become. And then after today we willbegin injecting you with a serum that we hope will make the transformationoccur."Jackie couldn't wait to get started. She looked down at his crotch, thenup at his chest. She had a rather wicked thought of him growing breasts,or having the sudden need to masturbate in front of her. She couldn't helpthose thoughts. Even when looking at total. I was excited. I stupidly ignored your feelings." "Jeanne, what are you talking about?" "Michael, what I did with Derek was just sex. It had nothing to do with love. You have to believe me, you're the only man I'll ever love." "Yeah, well last night this Derek guy got a whole lot more sex than the man you love has gotten in a very long time." "I know, Michael, and I'm ashamed about that." "Are you, Jeanne? I'm a bald headed, overweight, old man that other women would never find attractive. How.