" Miley smiles as shestares at me up and down more staring between my legs not sayinganything about how flat and smooth it is between my legs. "Can yo... getmy zipper now Kellie so I can see if my dance outfit fits as good asyours?"What is she talking about saying my dance outfit? I don't need a danceoutfit; it does feel snug between my legs but not un-comfortable. "Okaythe zipper is down Miley," I barely say but her dress was already on thefloor while she was stepping out of it. Miley is only. She worked all around me. Trying not to disturb Joanie. My hair really hadn't taken to much shape when Joanie began packing up her stuff. "Don't let your nails touch anything for about ten minutes." She smiled. Then Marcie began working in earnest on my hair. She brushed, blow dried and brushed some more. ome times she would draw some up and brush it backward. Standing in front of me, she finished off with a comb and some hair spray. That disturbed me some. It had a scent and it wasn't. Then we see how things go after that,” replied Lachlan, placing his hand on top of my hand that was resting on the bar. This time I didn’t remove my hand and I simply went with the moment and relaxed into the conversation. We carried on where we had left off the previous night and conversation just flowed. He was so easy to talk to and he even found my dark sense of humour funny. I excused myself to the bathroom and as I was leaving Lachlan said, “don’t go running away now, Alex. The night is. Some of the victims lost the fingers on their hands and only had rings at the end of a point.Each of the changes was extreme bondage type stuff. The Nanites were programmed to continue these kinds of changes.There was no cure at this point for any of these poor souls. The FBI had tried to find the perfume vendor. They never could seem to find this person. He was a black man with a cornrow type hairstyle. He was wondering all over Times Square. He had been spotted several times, but never.