There was, however, one molecule-thin thread of thought that kept hold of a question:What was holding her up?Gary was looking around the small buildin.... He'd originally wanted to use it as a workshop, but it was easier to use some of the rooms on the lowest floor of the mansion. Besides, from the day he'd seen this space, he'd had an idea of what he wanted it to be. His discussion with Ken today had been ... interesting. Interesting in that Ken was already treating Gary as if he were a Priest. Finally, the changes stopped and Barry look in the mirror at the womanhe'd become. Her tits were huge... no massive. Her stomach was roundbut only slightly. Her hips and ass were rather over exaggerated aswell. Then they smoothed into heavy thighs. As he looked at his newreflection, his repulsion turned to arousal. In an odd way, he foundthe woman's body exciting. Not that he wanted to be this woman for therest of his life, but it could be fun. Of course, he didn't think hehad anything to wear. .. I won't be late." I heard you chuckling on the other end of the line. "Now I have to go and you need to go to bed. Have sweet dreams, my little slut, and I will see you Saturday." "Yes, Master. Good night and you have good dreams, too. I love you, Master," I said, disappointed we couldn't talk more but grateful for the time I got. "I love you, too, slut. Good night," and you hung up the phone. Finally Saturday arrived, and I bounced out of bed bright and early wanting to get everything done. Taylor continued to wait and watch, looking for an alternative entrance into the building, but it seemed like an effort in futility. He couldn’t see exactly from where, but the warehouse looked to be backed directly onto another building, and there didn’t look to be any access points on the roof. Taylor could also see multiple video cameras from where he was sitting, which ruled out a more aggressive approach.Sadly, this left subterfuge, which Taylor was less comfortable with. Reznikov hadn’t.