"She gathered up the used cups, grabbed the shreds of Mom's napkin and tossed them all in a gaping trash barrel. "Come on. We gotta talk to Mike. Chiq...ita? You got any paperwork or anything to confirm this -- what do they call it -- flipping the house?" I can do it," Mom volunteered."Wanna race? Don't forget, I just did it," I pointed out.She surrendered without a fight.It hadn't even taken that long, and half an hour after presenting what we had to Maria's boss, Detective Sergeant Michael. The rain streaking down the window made it hard to make out the figure the hand belonged to. Joyce’s breathing sped up in fear as she dialed the last number and held up the phone in trembling hands. All she got back was a dial tone. The phone was disconnected!“What do you want? Leave me alone!”The figure outside the booth stepped around and slid something into the handle of the booth’s door. Joyce was confused at first but gasped as she realized they’d just barred her inside the booth! She. She woke every morning and dressedas Melissa, she took her pills, she cleaned the house as Melissa, shewatched Melissa's favorite TV shows, went out and met people as Melissa,she cooked her meals and went to bed as Melissa. Allan was truly goneSummer was coming and she was learning to dislike the wig. Could she getaway with her own hair? She made an appointment at the localhairdresser."But you have such beautiful hair, and a lot of it" said the hairdresserthat afternoon. "It is short but we. We happen to be among the species that do,” He said as he pressed his body against her naked body. Velamma didn’t stop him. This was her only chance of survival. She felt his hands squeeze her and reach her melons. Surprisingly she felt warm and good.“Do I remind you of your husband?”“No. You are thinner and fitter, and…bigger,” Velamma said, giggling as she felt his erect cock pressed against her ass.They talked and flirted for another couple of minutes. But looking at the fire glimmering and.