.that is exactly what Meg did! She copied you from thebeach?" David gasped out in realization."Beach...what beach?" a now confused dad asked his son."...hat was the morning I introduced myself to both of yourchildren...sir?" Bruce said as his form shifted back to his smallerhuman one."What did he do?" Doris asked her son."Awww mom he played a little with Meg...some, ahhhh...candygram...plumber...no I am a dolphin joke?"Mark snickered at the remembered joke. "He pulled a Saturday nightlive...land. Mr. Reiser had me try everything on for him, of course, and I caught Mercy looking in on us through the open doorway. She neither smiled nor frowned and I chose to ignore her as she retired to her own room for the evening. I was busy putting on the dress that Mr. Reiser had picked out, a very real evening gown of all things, and it probably had no business being on a teenager. But the gown fit me wonderfully and even with my lack of breasts neither of us could find anything to complain about. I. He taught her how to play guitar and taught her many of the songs she now performs. By the time she was a teenager she knew how to play literally hundreds of folk songs on guitar."My uncle loved folk music. And the Beatles." She smiled as she spoke."I know some Beatles songs." I said somewhat proudly.She handed me the old Martin. I took hold of it carefully. It was quite a beautiful instrument. All the varnish on the neck was warn smooth from years of playing. The guitar was in remarkable. I couldn't believe it. This girl had talent, but then, I already knew that.I think we spent most of the night on the dance floor. The disc jockey played a good mix of music, both up-tempo and slow. I have to admit, I was happier with the slow tunes. I got to hold Belle closely and that was my main objective. As we danced, I thought about how many times we had danced together in so many different places. I was recalling some of the resorts and hotels that we stayed at on our various travels,.