I take the bottle and continue my walk, behind the laptop, coming to a halt just in front of Mark. “Stand up,” I say.He has no idea what I have in...mind, but he looks happy, as if he senses something special. When he’s on his feet, I turn, standing right in front of him. I hold the bottle upside down and squeeze. A generous helping of oil finds its way onto my rack. (Did I really call my bosom a rack? What’s happening to me?)“Massage my breasts,” I breathe.I hear Mark catch his breath. But in no. Now you see to Helen's clothes while I ring Martha."Frank was a small thin man with greying hair and a kind face. The sort of man who contrived to look smartly dressed, even in frayed old clothes. He smiled briefly sat Helen and said "I'll see what I've got to fit you."Frank went off and Helen was ignored as Karl rang Martha and arranged to sell Jacqui to her at a small loss to himself. "Since I'm losing money on her, you won't mind if I try her before bringing her over, will you darling?" he. .", Grace tactfully offered. "The change isn't in any way, shape or form painful. However,", her voice conveyed a sense of introspective thoughtfulness, "I found it to be somewhat disconcerting." "Disconcerting! How so?" "That's kind of hard to describe, Dan... "Tell you what though! While I can't even begin to put into words what the makeover process feels like, I can tell you that it'll be a hell of a lot easier for you if you don't try to fight it. "In others words, Dan, you need to just. With no one to stand by my side and alleviate and assist me out in any class of dealing and commerce at all.The door squeals close and the padlock snaps and clinks instantaneously. My goodness! What could that be? Stian—or someone else locking us up inside here?"Stian," I yell out, worried and appalled at the same time.He answers straight away from somewhere about in this immense gloominess where I cannot see. It seems that he is behind me ... if I am not misguided and in the wrong..