"You don't even recognise yourself, for Pete's sake. Your own mother wouldn't recognise you."She was right. The woman in the mirror was exactly that. ... woman. A bit wobbly on heels, perhaps, but a woman nonetheless."Look," she said. "We'll be in the car. I'll drive. Nobody's going to pass any remarks."Five minutes later I stood at the front door. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and my stomach churned with a combination of fear and excitement. Sarah was waiting in the car for me and. The black of the dress a contrast to her brown skin was striking. She did look good. “Yup. Same dress.” She noticed he still had a hard-on when he twisted around to look at her. “Does it look any better?” Mark looked but couldn’t tell what was different. He shook his head, “I don’t see anything different.” She turned around a few times. “Nothing different? Nothing catching your eye?” He watched her but couldn’t see anything had changed. “No idea. What am I. I?m not the violent type. I doubt I could do it. And if I did,I?d probably go to jail forever and she?d just use some crazy evil magicto torment us. No, there was nothing I could do.There was nothing I could do.Rage. That?s what the feeling was, I realized. I was so fucking angry.It was starting to rewire my brain and change how I thought. It?s ashame I couldn?t at least bop her on the nose. How does one deal withsuch intense anger? Maybe I should get a drink of water.I turned, but paused when. I feel like dozing off just sitting in this water.’ I gently washed her back. It was covered in freckles, less concentrated the further down I went but there wasn’t a clear square inch. The scars distorted them and the smoothness of her skin. I had an urge to throttle someone until he was dead. Not knowing who to vent my rage on was frustrating. I splashed water on her back to clean off the soap as much as possible. I picked up the arm closest to me, and cleaned it with the washcloth and rinsed.