"Meagan interrupted, "Hey Mom, I need to get on the computer to do some research." Sure thing dear," came the absentminded reply from Debbie."You two ...orking out our next pose?" Yeah," the two adults replied at more or less the same time."What is it?" It's a secret," Debbie said mysteriously. "We're not sure it will work out or not. We don't want to say until then." Fine, be that way!" Meagan huffed as she headed downstairs. "I'm too busy to worry about that anyway."While Meagan searched the. This is real.... damn. She must be someone who's very rich, or a daughter of the boss of some notorious mob, I figured."When will I get to go home?" I ask politely."Not for a very ... long .... time." she replied very slowly. "You'll do better to forget about anything related to home. Nobody is gonna miss you. My servants have arranged several cover-up stories for your disappearance. And besides, you didn't really like your job anyways, did you John?This started to look more like in the movies. It doesn’t bother you?” “Bother me? No. I have far more important things to worry about than the sexual proclivities of my distant and deceased ancestors. Like how I let a gorgeous, sexy, young married woman seduce me into her bed and steal yet another big piece of my heart, for example.” She touched him. “Henry…you do realize that this might mean that we’re actually related.” He nodded. “Yes, possibly – but way back, generations ago, and barely. Not enough to make what we did any worse.” She. It gave her a shiver down her spine and caused that feeling in her tummy again. “Good, now that that’s sorted. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. I mean really look at yourself and then describe to me what you see,” Ariana said. Ava stared at herself, taking in all the flaws and then started to describe herself, “I’m 5’6, blonde hair, and green eyes.” She stopped talking and looked at Ariana. “That’s it Ava? That’s how you describe yourself?” “What else is there to say?” she.