But..." Charles whimpered, grabbing at his new breasts, "Why are you doing this to me?" "For amusement." Bob answered with a friendly smile. "You woul...n't believe how boring and monotonous Hell really is. It's tragic." Bob sighed and then glanced down at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist that Charles just noticed. "I'm afraid that it's time for me to go. Goodbye Charlene." And with that, Bob was suddenly gone. Charles stared at the spot that Bob had occupied, gulping nervously and trying not. " So what do you wanna know?" Well. I just wanna know-- what you think about what she said. Is it true?"A sense of hopefulness in her voice. I turned to look at her and found that same hopefulness in her eyes. She wanted it to be true. A small blade of her dark, red wine colored hair was blown diagonally down her face from the wind, but she made no effort to right it.I laughed. "I can't say if I 'fuck like a porn star' or not, but... I don't know why I'm going to tell you this, but, even before. I met her on occasion. I had never seen her before when she came to my table at a crowded lunch restaurant and asked if she could share the table with me. Of course I accepted of several reasons. She was one of the prettiest women I've seen in a long time. Her sweet smile almost melted me when she said, "It's very kind of you, many thanks." You're welcome. I wish it been a dinner instead of a lunch."She continued smiling when she replied, "Who knows, it can be your lucky day today?"Thereafter. “As for the sat-nav,” he continued without interjection, “It’s so ‘super-nav’, it should have secret identities and caped-costume change when I switch it on.”Rupert went on and on. All this superlative performance was controlled by the driver’s voice commands, he hardy needed to press more than the odd button now and then to enter passwords and destination coordinates or postcodes.The computer even sent data back to the main dealer, so they knew exactly when the vehicle needed attention and the.