‘And you are telling me this why?’ She asked so softly that Estafana leaned forward slightly to hear. Her reply was short and to the point, yet it... was confusing as fuck. ‘Because you’re the key.’ … Dantes sharply reared back at that, her eyes narrowed once again. ‘The key? Like I’m some damned object to be used- key to what Estafana? Why won’t you just spit it out already! What. Do. You. Need. Me. For?’ Her voice rose with every word, and Dante knew the men outside could hear. Elliots eyes rose. ." I thought to myself, smallwarning bells were going off in the back of my mind but I didn't care, Ihad changed, I wasn't a guy any more, I was a beautiful vampiress and Iliked Otter and that's all there is to it!A pair of black strappy sandals with a three inch heel showed my paintedtoes and showcased my legs well. I was ready and not a moment too soon,it was seven fifty five!I grabbed a small black purse I seemed to own and quickly filled it withsome hand lotion, makeup, lip stick, a tampon,. Cal lost track of time as John's soft brushes worked the contours of his face. When John leaned down into Cal's face he could still not see his longtime friend. He wanted to look in the mirror to see the progress, but his friend forbade him. Finally, John produced a long black wig and placed it on Cal's head. He did some work on it with a hairbrush before he told his friend that he could now look.Cal spun the chair around and couldn't believe the reflection. There staring back at him was a very. .." Erica is it?" Allison said with a mischievous twinkle. "Really?" Sorry. I mean Ms Wilkie."Allison raised an eyebrow as much as to say, I think you mean 'Mistress', not 'Ms' but said nothing.George continued. "You used those numbers — 21 06 05 — did she explain what they mean?" Oh yes, George. Erica and I exchange many confidences. Perhaps I should explain first of all. I have been having therapy from Ms Wilkie for some time. I was worried that my shyness was a problem to me, holding me.