Even in my state, I was staring with lust. It took me a long minute, but it was my wife, Carolyn! They had done something to her… a lot of things to...her! It was like they made her into my twenty-something wet dream version of her. She was about 5’5′, but was now probably as tall as I am, about 5’10’. She weighed a good forty or more pounds more than she wanted to (not that I cared), but now was slender, with subtle abs showing through a cut-out in the tight dress. Her old breasts were a small. .” “That’s terrible...”“Thanks,” he went on. “Then Janet recruited me—maybe a year or so later—and I moved Amelia here the following year; she was living with my folks back in England. I should have left her there...” he choked.“Oh, Papa...” Amelia whispered.“But I so missed her,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “I put her in the AIS Indonesia school here; it’s a good school. She was 13, almost 14. Okay if I continue, darling?” he asked Amelia.She nodded, her eyes shiny with her own unshed. Sometime in the mid-60's, I think." Place?" I can't remember. Not far from here." Occupation?" I don't know. I just remember putting on a tie every morning. Gettingup, shaving, a little cologne for the girl who sat at the desk in thelobby... the receptionist. There were papers, and a computer. Meetingssometimes, too." The more she said, the more the female voice gainedconfidence. However, it was not a graceful feminine confidence but arather masculine tone, like a cocky teenage boy whose voice. Well, you know, ... I help my self ... When I saw you, I so wanted to be you! ... But look at me, man ... How the fuck do I do that? You are more than twice the man I will ever be! ... Even the guys at the plant think so! ... I am nothing but a Dildo to them." He got angrier the longer he talked openly about his feelings. This was the longest coherent sentence I had ever heard him string together. "Hell, I wished I would have you as my bigger brother ... To guide me ... Fuck, I would even let.