No, it made me feel better than merely good . . .‘Lotus,’ he said, holding his arms out wide, ‘at last!’‘I’m bang on time,’ I protested,...kissing both his cheeks. ‘Good old British Rail . . . or whatever they call themselves this week.’Within two minutes we were armed with pints of Doom Bar (by far the best beer ever to come out of Cornwall, in my opinion) and sitting apart from his barfly mates.Ten minutes after that we were eating a decent steak and chips, me flirting, him cautious.And before. I swung my legs out of bed, and stopped suddenly. My legs, which had been fairly skinny before, were now perfect. Muscled, pale and hairless, they bore little resemblance to the ones I had gone to sleep with. I looked across the room and into my mirror and almost passed out, there was an entirely different person staring back at me! I stood up and ran across the room to stand in front of the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I had grown overnight from 5'10 to 6'2, and had packed on about 50. Was that really a picture of Ms. Levy at your wedding? The teacher who fueled the fantasies of every boy who ever took her class—and most of the girls? And she’s your wife? Oh, God! What I wouldn’t do to put my face between those breasts!”“We’ll have you over to dinner one night,” Cindy said.“Yeah. You look really tasty,” Beca added. Carol just squeaked.Of course, I didn’t think we’d really do anything with Carol, though I had to agree with Beca’s assessment. I could well imagine eating.... That thought was verified when we finished the tour.“As I told you earlier, there’s two trucks coming in today. One has brand name fertilizer while the other has different types of fencing. Your job is to pull the stuff off the trucks, separate the types and repalletize it on the loading dock. Then I’ll put it away with the forklift. Then if there’s time left; you can stock the store.”The first truck with the fertilizer showed up at about 8. I was still working on the first truck when the.