They introduced themselves, since they were going to be sharing a 50-room building. She was Janet Sharps, working for RK Electronics in Harrisburg, a...kind of bony but interesting-looking woman standing about five foot eight and weighing maybe 140 pounds. They decided to share rides to the training, first in his car and then in hers. And to simplify things for the hotel, they would take their meals together. This was only logical anyway, since they were leaving and returning to the hotel. You look wonderful." He did look awfully pretty. "Now sit down so I can get your wig on you." She turned to Christy who was buttoning up the back of Jack's dress for him. "Isn't this great? Aren't you kind of turned on by the way they look?" She pretended she was. Christy went along with it. "Yea, I don't know what it is but it's exciting somehow." She sat Jack down. She didn't have to stand so close as she carefully fitted the wig over his head. She put her chest right in his face. "You feel. I'm sorry to use the f-word, but it's one that Philip and I use and we love saying it because it's very erotic and it really turns us on," Pam said and when she'd said that, she stopped talking to see what the response from her parents would be.Pam watched her parents' for their reaction to the blatantly sexual thoughts and desires she had just shared with them. She actually felt herself holding her breath and she looked nervously over to her husband Philip as she expected an explosion to. He pushed the trunk release, shoved open the door and stepped out into the snow once more. He lifted the trunk lid. Snow plummeted off the trunk lid into the trunk. He stopped. His eyes swept the trunk. His clothes were not there. Where his clothes had been was a plain white enveloped, sealed shut. He picked up, slammed down the trunk lid and hopped back to the front of the car. Inside, he sat shivering behind the wheel until hot air began to blow out of the vents and the snow-wrapped.