It was the kind of thing I imagined a well-established couple would say to each other"I sure did," I replied, and then added, with a nervous hesitatio... that was not at all difficult to mobilise, "Or at least I hope so. I don't really know your taste in engagement rings."The bait was taken. "I guess not," she laughed – a sweet bubbly sound. "I'm not even sure I know myself."Seizing that very opportune opening, I stated the real reason for calling. "Deidre, could we meet somewhere before the. That's not..." But it was the truth. Even though he - no, she- was a bit embarrassed to admit it, Dylan knew that it was true. She'dcome here solely in the hops of getting a new body."Well, aren't you lucky I'm looking for a bride? For the low, low priceof becoming a princess consort you can have the body of your dreams,today!" Becoming... A princess consort?" Dylan's eyes widened."That's right, Dylla... Do you mind if I call you Dylla? Or did you haveanother name in mind? Maybe something. Wet hair stuck to skin all the way down her back, and she didn'thave to look down to take note of what was lacking between her thighs.As her heartbeat slowed back to normal she couldn't help but grin at howridiculous she was acting. What was wrong with spending some qualitytime underwater?She took inventory in the mirror, satisfied by what she saw. Thesculpted vixen looking back was built just shy of excessive, with curvesforming seemingly impossible angles and a face incapable of. "There we were ... in our bed, our bedroom, our house; just as things were a couple of years ago, before everything was turned upside down. Now, it appeared that I'd been given the opportunity to walk right back into the life that had seemingly been stolen from me forever.Our reunion was extraordinarily emotional, as one might expect. It wasn't until we were almost halfway home when we were able to begin to share our respective stories. To my utter amazement, Erin had driven to the airport in.