My life wasn't a comedy. Or a tragedy.It was a fucking ELO song.*It was early Monday morning of Christmas week and the weekend had faded into nothing ...ore than a distant memory for most but a life-changing one for some. Especially the young woman who was the talk of the gossip grapevine after what had happened Friday night just gone.The blind girl was sat with her friend in the far corner of the canteen as company life revolved around her.And all because of a kiss.And who she was kissed. Steve hung up the phone and returned to the charcoal mess that use to be his tent, "Dan says we don’t have a chance without Betsy, so we might as well go home" he said looking in to the blue teary eye's of his daughter, it was at this moment he got an almost insane idea but time's being what they are changing fast he thought it just might work.Calling the judge over "I got a replacement pig but ill need a new tent to prepare it" he asked the judge. Giving them a new tent, Steve was ready to. She sighed and turned her escorts.“Let’s go home,” she said dejectedly.Only she never made it.When Kopi didn’t return in time for lunch, her family began to worry. They waited one more hour then went to the Amunaten with their concerns. Thirty minutes later a heavily armed platoon of warrior priests led by Kopi’s husband and wives moved briskly down the Avenue of Temples.The platoon moved at a trot all the way to Luxor Palace where they encountered the same supercilious servant as. She glances in the mirror at her 23-year-old self: her big wide eyes, her prominent large nose, her soft puffy lips, her long wavy blonde hair. Her big round breasts stand out like headlights on her nubile curvy body as her nightie slowly slips further down them.Suddenly noticing her indecent state, she quickly adjusts to cover up. However, her breasts jiggle as she walks out of the bathroom, causing her nightie to subtly slip downwards until her pink areola peeks out again."Morning," her dad.