Nailed to a post out front is a faded wooden plaque explaining, in six languages, that this was reputed to be the home of the fabled "Wechselhexe," or...Change Witch."Sir, could you kindly tell me what that's all about?"The tour guide slowly shook his head at the young American tourist's question. "My dear fellow, the Brothers Grimm never wrote that particular story down. They considered it "unsittsam," indecent. And with good reason. Even in our modern, permissive era, it might be rather strong. "Everyone will know it's me," she commented. That's all it was, a non-judgmental comment."That's what Chase wants. He says we'll capitalize on the show we put on last Tuesday. Everyone on campus heard about it, and when they see the scar on my cheek, they'll know it's your tummy. We won't show your face. Chase wants to create mystique." I don't know, Sammy. Do you want me to do it?" Only if you want to," I said, giving Megan the option to decline."Okay, I'll do it," she said.I looked at her,. Kyle had put together a team of nine salesmen for the greater Birmingham area. It was a pilot program, solely for the purpose of seeing what sort of market penetration we could get attempting to aggressively open new accounts.Kyle was planning on opening at least fifty new accounts per day with his crew, and would be out in the field with them every day, monitoring their performance. Part of his program involved passing out awards and incentives for top performers. I had authorized advancing. We huddled together like schoolboys round a dirty mag and looked at the screen. The gym was empty. Phil looked at me. 'A gym. Very nice, but where's the totty?'I scowled at him. 'Totty? Who are you, Benny Hill? Just let me rewind a bit.' I opened the app settings, chose half an hour ago, and touched play. A scene I knew well faded in. Jenny's stocking clad legs stretched taut, white knickers straining across her gorgeous backside and Laura holding the leather paddle, which was raised and.