I was immediately stunned.I guess I'd always known that Mrs. Robinson was attractive. But I'd never really put much thought into it. She'd just been m... mother's friend. And she'd been around since I was a kid. And she was so much older. I'd just never looked at her in that way.But standing in front of me in a royal blue bikini, it was hard not to notice.Stacy had a spectacular, voluptuous body. She wasn't slender, but her stomach was flat. Her ass was nice and round. And she had huge tits that. "But now we have to repair you lovely face, hair and dress to make youready for Mistress Jane."*****Before a roaring fire in the stately library, a perfectly repaired Juliastood between the two vamp maids as Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier made hergrand entrance to the very deepest of curtsies."How lovely, how perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Auntie Jane. "A vision ofperfect pulchritude, and so ripely displayed."Perhaps they were, but they simply paled before their Goddess.Her rich, thick silver hair. Most women were too intimidated by her to strike up a conversation and most men lacked the balls to approach her.What was it with men? Either they were too insecure to hit on her or arrogant enough to speak to her like she was almost beneath them, like that would make her drop her panties for them. So she was generally forced to keep to herself.The half-human, half-Chozo bounty hunter lived a lonely existence. No friends, no family, just the job. She made a generous living fulfilling contracts. .It definitely could work. Who am I kidding? All Iwould look like would be a silly fruit. Okay, for now I stick to tryingto feel natural wearing panties. Better not let them show or it couldlead to a beating or worse. I raked my fingers through my hair andsmiled at the almost feminine effect. Then I donned the hat and tiltedit at different angles. Definitely a kind of femme fatale effect. Learnto work it, you dope.The train rumbled into the station at the instant I was fully confidentin.