She had to force herself not to preen for him and push her breasts higher. No man has affected me like this, not even Ben, as much as I loved him. I g...ess I'm being manipulated by Jeff's pheromones and whatever else he does, like Diana says, but somehow I don't even care. Damn, he's good looking, he's rich, and ... he has seven wives, she thought. Well, two out of three aren't bad, she laughed to herself as Jeff's lips slowly descended toward Caitlin, who had the deer-in-the-headlights. " Here, take over while I get comfy," Janet said to my wife as she pulled off her top and undid her bra and took it off. "There, that better?" she asked as her hands took me back."Oh, lots better, no complaints here," I told her, after all she had beautiful breasts, I'd seen her in a bikini and, well, she's thirty-seven and looks twenty-seven."Maybe I need to ask what brought this all about, though I'm sure not wanting it to stop?" Well, it's no secret, Stan, that my interest in sex is not what. That was a much bigger gift than any she could buy him. Timmy was three when he asked her about Santa. Mellissa explained how the jolly old man left presents under the Christmas tree for good little boys and girls. Her heart sank when Timmy beamed and asked if he’d been good enough. He had, and she told him that, but she was barely able to pay for necessities. Her mother offered to help, but Mellissa couldn’t let her. To do so would mean she’d failed her little boy. By going without lunch and. "All right, Edward?" it asked, a smile creeping across it.But that was my face! What was happening?Hands deftly removed a metal strap from my head, wires sprouting from itlike weeds. I made to grab at the hands, but nothing happened.Marie again, more composed: "You'd better leave. I'll give it fiveminutes. The car's just down the road. The red Mercedes." Okay," I heard my voice answer, and that's when I recognised the facethat had spoken to me.It WAS me. My face. My voice. But if so, then where.