I didn`t know her, but I figured she was bright. She had some kind of a research and teaching job, and was sort of known in the city. You know, rich e...nough that she worked at what she wanted, because she was interested in it. I didn`t care, but I`m sure I could have made a connection or two for work or whatever if I had wanted to press it. Even though we were there just to relax, she was dressed pretty well, even expensively. I figured she was probably pretty straight, and I was a bit. "That last Indian was the one who led the torture of my husband, and who was the first one to rape me. He hurt my husband and he hurt me. I wish I could have hurt him some to get him back for the pain he caused."I said, "I don't know how much good it will do, but we can fix him so that he will have a lousy life in the Happy Hunting Grounds. Maybe that will make you feel better." She agreed, so I cut off his balls and cock, cut off all of his fingers, and cut off his ears and nose. I cut out his. Don't worry; youwon't suddenly turn into a crone. That only happens in movies andstories. Not in real life. You'll just age and die like any normalperson." So all this business with the club was practice runs?" Yes, partly. You see, I had to build up the power for the switch tobe permanent. The club ladies unknowingly did that. They're suchfools! Then I had to find the right person. And you were it. Youhave...had such a lovely body, and now it's mine. So kind of you totrade!"I laughed softly. Every night, Bailey stared at the slip of paper Gabe had given her. She mentally kicked herself for not giving him her phone number. She would have to be the one to make the first move.One afternoon, after her folks and sister had gone off to work, Bailey dialed the number. Her heart pounded in her chest. The palms of her hands were covered in sweat.The phone rang.Two ... three times.She cringed at the fourth ring, anticipating it rolling into Gabe's voicemail.Her stomach churned when someone.