I gathered my stuff together, told Fran not to work too late, and headed for the tube station. After all that has happened since, it is hard for me to...recapture my frame of mind at this stage. I remember that I rejoiced at the sudden revival of my marriage, I even conceived the idea that I might ensure that this improvement was maintained by somehow working out a way to synthesise more of Albert’s serum. This is a notion that, with hindsight, strikes me as truly absurd, it could occur only to. She had a feeling that it might be Jake. The one man that she had loved so completely, and being so naïve as to think he could love her back. She wasn’t sure why she thought it might be him, other than the fact that her body thrummed to life when she saw what her ‘secret admirer’ had brought her that day. The basket of daisies had held a small post card painting of a woman leaning against her lover as he held her in front of him. The man in the painting has his hand running through her hair,. In a typical Brandy maneuver, she picked one that was rather too tight over her impressive chest. These buttons too, were hardly up to the challenge. "Four inch heels are quite modest, I'll have you know!" Brandy!" Yes mommy!" Blue eyes opening wide, Brandy's face grew quite pink as Misty and Kathy giggled at her little matriarchal slip. "I mean, yes ma'am!"Sarah gulped, and got shakily to her feet. Luckily nobody seemed to pay her the least bit of attention as she scooted self-consciously off. A bit hesitant shesaid yes but wanted his opinion of the black and tealoutfit, “Does this look OK?” she asked as she stepped out of theroom. Feeling very vulnerable she waited for his response. “It looks good but try on the other.” The other was a French maid looking outfit with thighhighs and garter belts that she had never worn before.She put the outfit on but had trouble with the belts. Hegot down on his knees and started to buckle. He was soclose she could feel his.