” I considered. “I blew my own toe. You took pictures. I’m porn. And now I’m a cow with aching teats and a fat gut and a frozen twat. We haven...��t had fun like this in ages.”“We’ve never had fun like this, babe. This is an all-new you, don’t you think? All new us?”I nodded. It was true. We’d never done anything remotely like this before. So I guess I was an all-new me. I mean, I was still me. I still felt like me. This was me, right? And he was my husband. So, it wasn’t all new, but it did feel. Without all of you, neither this story nor I would exist. Hugs and love to you all. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Magic CrayonsChapter Four: The Art Angel Spreads Her WingsThe next day was Monday, and it was the first day of a new life for Sara. A frightened young woman sat in the admissions office of the art school, nervously clutching her best artwork and wondering how Jenna and Rick had ever talked her into this. She was sure once these people saw her. Sandals completed her outfit. She looked critically at Bobby, who, as usual, was in jeans, and a faded blue work shirt. This time, though, he was wearing tennis shoes. Felicity glanced at his face, but nothing more.“Ready?” she asked.“Ready!” he announced.They took her car, which was a 1971 Mercedes 280 SL convertible. It was beige, with a chocolate interior, and, probably, a chocolate top under the boot, which was covering the folded down roof. Bobby felt like he was soiling it when he got in,. Andrew?”“That’s me” he confirmed with a nod. “Andrew Peters, but feel free to call me Drew. Nice to meet you, too.”“Ahh, that’s right. You’re Marla’s boy.”“You know my mother?”“We went to school together many years ago.”“Really? You look way younger than Mom.”Gina tittered and her voice took on an affectionate tone. “Thank you, darling. They say the procedure shaves ten years off your age, and that’s just the initial effect. Surely Marla is looking younger these days, too?”“Yeah, it’s.