It was 6:15 on a Friday night. Everybody else had left at five, but she was stuck in the office waiting for the financial reports to FTP down to her P...C from the mainframe so that she could paste them into an Excel spreadsheet and email it to all the department managers. The stupid geeks were having a problem getting the mainframe job to run, something about a misplaced "DD" statement, whatever that meant.She nibbled on her salad and sipped on her coffee while she tapped her fingers on her desk.. "Satisfied, not me yet, but the dame, she continued: "Yes, well, they hadn't run off, but were in fact kidnapped by this gentleman, a Mr. Jean-Paul Wong. Mr. Wong had been systematically killing some of my slaves, as well as using them for his own sexual pleasure. I sent in my husband to give him a piece of my mind, and..." Husband?" I said, incredulously. My god, this dame was a bible-thumper, "You're married?" Uh, yes. I was. As you can tell by my clothing, I come from a very strict. "Still not making eye contact with him, looking at the floor in front of his feet, she fumbled with the belt of the terry robe protecting her. Slipping it off her shoulders with both hands, she allowed it to fall to the floor around her feet. She stood before him naked, exposed, her secret revealed to his unprepared eyes.Throughout high school and college she had been so proud of her body. She had exercised regularly. She had watched her diet. Her reward had been a five-foot seven-inch figure. Mike finished filling in the blanks; the process is irreversible, what is done is done. He apologized for her not being given the opportunity to choose for herself whether or not to make the change, he assured her that this is not the way things are done normally. Obviously things got a little out of hand and Jessica headed for the closest comfortable place she could find. Some of what Mike said Paul and Jessica had told her the night before. Mike’s voice though made Anne more at ease, it was.