She said she had made plans to meet him that evening but that she could cancel them if I was not open to it.I was really turned on by that time.Perhap... it was the few beers I had enjoyed on the deck. Perhaps it was M’s sexy conversation and frankness. Perhaps it was the sexy sundress she was wearing that showed her legs, cupped her breasts and let her nipples poke into the fabric making their presence obvious. Maybe it was the sex we’d enjoyed. Or, the prospect of a sexual tryst we could be. Lights blurred as they moved through the streets at high speeds, his sports car moving effortlessly through the traffic as the engine whined for more. Like a restrained dog on a leash. He whispered to her then, his voice sounding like the wind rustling outside, interlinked with nature and co-existing in so many ways. His voice was barely audible but it was deep and rumbling like the thunder as he suggested a place for a drink. She had agreed, the numerous martini’s making her head feel like it. You lucky motherfucker.” Steve ducked behind the counter to adjust what was suddenly stiffening. Coughing to clear his throat, he said, “Well, first I guess she has to audition.”Tom, skeptical, “Audition?”Steve continued. “Yeah. Audition. Show you what she’s got. How are you supposed to sell it if you can’t talk about the quality of your product.” He wagged his tongue like pussy-licking when he said quality, and they both cracked up.Tom, a little relieved, said, “So you’d pimp the girl. .. when I'm... dead.”The assassin nodded. “So be it. You'll have to watch your women die from the Astral Realm.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Princess AvaI stood in my new body, crouched low. It had four legs and... a tail. I felt it swishing behind me as I padded around, adjusting to the new proxy. I faced Greta, her eyes wide as she knelt over my body. I shook my new flesh. It felt... woven together.“Princess?” Greta asked, her voice soft.“Yes,” I said through the muzzle of the... of the.