The world, or rather *his* world,just kept getting steadily worse.The dark times had begun a little over six months ago, when ain-flight disaster had ...ccurred onboard the President'spersonal aircraft, Air Force One. The plane had crashed intothe North Atlantic while en route to Moscow for a historicevent - the signing of a treaty that would have banned allnuclear weapons. The treaty was never signed because thePresident and the Vice President were both killed, along withmost of the major. I don’t mind if you call me what I am. I’m your wet and willing cunt.”“Constance?” I started to ask.“Cunnie! I want that to be my name!” she demanded. She poked me in the chest as I knelt by the bed and started to use the wash cloth to wipe down her thighs.“I’m just trying to figure out what changed so quickly. You hated being called nicknames in high school. Now you are demanding I use a nickname that is very demeaning,” I said carefully.“Mark,” the woman said. “I didn’t know a few things back. The tat was temporary Hollywood makeup, waterproof but quickly removable with solvent.Once the makeup, hair and tat were done, she got her first look at the dress.“Uh ... where is the rest of it?” she asked. I showed her. There was not much.The dress was a custom design that was not fit for street wear. In fact, it was a stretch for an LA strip club. The design explained a lot about why I wanted her looks disguised - everyone was going to look closely at where that dragon was looking. It was. He scowled down at them, then said, "Why would a geniemake wishing coins? I thought they only gave wishes if you rubbed theirbottles..." Well," Ron demanded, "you have a better idea?"After a minute Jeremy reluctantly admitted that he didn't. But he stillrefused to admit that Ron was right. "They could be from lots ofplaces." However, he didn't bother to give any examples."So..." Ron asked hesitantly a few minutes later, "what's it like beinglike that?"Jeremy looked down at himself, feeling.