Paul turned back to Michael. "Can you make an even stronger version of the virus so I can be changed again?" I could," said Michael. "But it wouldn't ...help. It would kill you for certain."Mandy pointed at Paul's twin, who was standing quietly behind him. "Who are you?"Paul answered, "This is a guard from the building. His name is Jeff. Though he isn't in a fit state for questions at the moment." So what do we do now?" asked Mandy."We go to the police. This is way too much to handle ourselves.". ‘Can I see the picture?’ The man flicked through it to the picture page – it was the redheaded girl I’d seen inside. ‘Oh, it belongs to a girl in there,’ I said, pointing at the hostel. ‘Do you want me to take it, or will you take it in?’ The guy just shrugged and handed it to me, then went on his way.I glanced at the picture again, and the details printed beside it. It was a French passport. The girl’s name was Emile and her date of birth, I noticed, was 16 February 1993 – she was exactly one. Rachel, get on the bed…I’ll start with you.” Julie walked by me, squeezed my hand and then kissed me hard on the lips immediately throwing my ‘lame massage’ explanation under the bus while Rachel looked on. After Julie entered the bathroom and closed the door Rachel’s attitude changed and she opened up to me. “Jake” she started, “I don’t know how much you know about my friendship with Julie.” “Um, no more than you’ve told me” I lied. “Why? Is there something I should know? I will say it did. She did not have a strong hourglass shape or anything but the heels made her ass look nice, round and pert. She was wearing a mix of strappy sandall and high heel with the bands of the shoes snaking around her lean calves like those old roman sandall styles.I walked up to her side and put the back of my fingers to her thigh, slowly letting my fingers glide up until they reached the hem of her dress. The black material was soft and tight. It was some sort of high quality stretch fabric. My.