..3. New Body, New Life After the police had realized that 'Frank' was not in the mall, he had left and realized he had nowhere to go and no way to ge... there. That was at least until he realized he was carrying a purse. Opening it, he saw various feminine items and a wallet. Taking out the wallet, he opened it and saw he was now Dawn Westland, a 17 year old girl. Also in the wallet were various credit cards and about $117 in cash. Also in the purse was a pair of keys, engraved with '92 Olds'.. The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her lap, and they went on that way.I was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting on. " That's okay. I'll make sure he gets home, Bart." replied Vinnie. "I'm sure the last thing on Jerry's mind would be getting you into any trouble." Thanks Vinnie. I appreciate it." answered the bartender. "And I'm just as sure Jerry will too in the morning." No doubt about that, Bart." agreed Vinnie, as he led the stumbling Jerry out of the bar.But once they were outside, Vincent turned to Jerry. "You can act and walk normally now, Jerry. You've no longer had too much to drink."Jerry. I tell her that I am feeling really tired and for her to brush her teeth and go to bed and that I was going to do the same too. I go to bed, strip all my clothes off, and climb into bed waiting on my daughter to arrive. I am laying on my back, that way she would have an easy access to the prize she wanted. About an hour later, I hear the door open to my room. I lay there very still, acting like I am asleep. I hear whispering and I squint my eyes to look. I see my daughter going around the.