She wanted to scream "Yes, please!" but embarrassed, she only nodded. "Fine" said Leslie, "Thank you for your invitation, I loved to see you again. I ...pick you up tomorrow at ten". The rest of her party disappeared mostly in a haze. She switched to drinking water. Danced more, saw all guest out. Very tired and excited she crashed out. Just enough energy to set the alarm clock. Tomorrow she would shower. She was grown up now, could decide herself when she would want to shower.Soon a weird dream,. "He turned the pages slowly, pointing out details of anatomy, humor, translating the french when she asked. She moved closer, leaned into him, sliding her back lightly against his chest. Book by book, print by print, Jim showed her his most prized items. Some were transcendent, like fine art, some were vulgar and crude, but each of them provided visual stimulation prompting a physical response.By the time they locked up the shop to have their drink, he was uncomfortably aroused. Her demeanor. You would have thought me mad. Maybe I am, a little, but you are proof that it does not require surgery and I am so sorry that I had to blank your mind before." The prior incident came flooding back and I thought it over. "You don't have to remain like this. You can go into the showers and emerge anyway you like."I looked up at her. "The showers?" "Yes.", she replied. "The showers are spelled so that one's physical appearance is malleable. Look at me. I was dark headed when we went in. . When Ursa didn't come to him fast enough to suit him he called her "Just another bitch," and slapped her for the first time as well.While that slap didn't physically hurt her any more than it ever would have, Ursa's suffering heart finally exploded."THAT'S IT!" she shouted at him. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO ME ANYMORE. WE NEVER HAD ANYTHING REAL HERE, AND I KNOW I'M WORTH MORE THAN THAT!"With that, Ursa flew out the open door and across her balcony to stand on empty air thirty feet beyond it..