.. ok, Ican't get any of the images out of my mind.The outside mundanity of the drug store conflicts with therevelations I am experiencing. I wonder i... this is insanity, butoutside of the images, now safely developed and placed in theirlittle bag, everything is the same. Ok, there's one other thingchanged. Me. I am now seriously wondering what it would be like tohave that experience, to be transformed into a sexy girl, to becollared. Are these thoughts my own? I have previously thought about. I sighed when I saw that Scott wascalling me now, and stood up before stepping away from the table."Hi, Scott," I said."I guess you're with Jane," he replied, recognizing my tone of voice. "I'msorry, Sarah. If it was up to me I would offer her a contract. She's anamazing singer and I hate to see her walk away. But there isn't anything Ican do." Why not her?" I asked. If she was that talented then why wouldn't thetalent managers at Olympic Records give her a contract?"Matt felt she didn't have. I let him fuck me until I had to sit down feeling dizzy, after numerous orgasms. Later after breakfast I told him I wanted to sleep in his bed and that way we could just be as a couple until my husband came home.My unsuspecting husband never knew of my infidelity with his father, and I learned, that if a girl is careful, a man could never know that the c***dren their wives bear, might not be theirs, well, until a DNA test shows otherwise.3.) Unfaithful to my husband at the Diner"Honey I need to. Enter I did, and proceeded to tell him every detail of my story. For the next half hour he listened to my every word, neither speaking, nor making any facial expression.When I finished my story, he took both of my hands into his. He looked deep into my eyes, while concentrating intently. It was almost as if he was looking through me, at my very soul.Abruptly, the Indian dropped my hands. "I believe you," he said.I was hopeful. "Then you will put me back into my own body?" No. That I.