"I need to pick up some things at the mercantile before I sit down towrite my report," Leslie said as they got close to their respective homebases. "...Emily told me that they are open until about 6. Do you mind ifI stop before I drop you off at Pat's? I can drop you off firstotherwise." No, that's fine," Mary Sue answered. "I need to pick up some jeans toreplace the pair I was wearing when I was shot. I'll need them before Ifly out of here." Truthfully, she didn't need them. But you need. Throughout the day I imagined the vision. I thought about her. I imagined that I was assigned to measure her. I thought about her thighs and imagined reaching out to touch them. The white of the briefs and the smooth lines of her legs enthralled me.That evening, we sat around a campfire and roasted marshmallows. We talked. They asked me about the boys I was around. My uncle gave me a beer, and we had a conversation that made the whole day's drive worthwhile. We laughed and listened to old. I want this scar gone. You know what I mean, don't you?" Hanna asked, "and hey... what's your name?" Laresa."Hanna grinned. "Cool. Now I'm ready. I wish for that body I told you about." It is done, Mistress," Laresa answered with a smile."Huh?" Hanna made a face and then looked down at down, at her perfectly tanned arms; slim, and free of scars from her childhood. "Whoa..." she muttered, and lifted her shirt, seeing that scar, too, was gone. Her hands moved under the material and she cupped her. It felt as though my heart stopped when I heard her words. "There was a shadow on my x-ray so the doc ordered a CT Scan."The most horrific feeling swept over and through me chilling my body and sending a shiver of dread down my spine.The visage before me changed in the way dreamscapes often do. It isn't like a fade out or even a fade to black, nor is it a wobble effect. It just changes but you seem to still understand what is happening.With the telephone still to my ear and a look of terror.