Wells’s class. I walked you to your next class. Still not recognizing me? Okay, picture me like this but with darker hair and with glasses and a sli...ghtly bigger nose.” She held her hair in ponytails.“That was you? Why do you look so different?” I asked, still slightly doubtful.She flashed a cute smile, “That was part of my Drama Production course. I borrowed a few items from the supply closet. I like trying on disguises.”That did sound fun and I was slightly jealous that I hadn’t signed on for. You’ll have to testify unless he pleads guilty.”“No!” Liz gasped, and tears ran down her face.“I think he’ll make a deal, Liz. They have him dead to rights. They’ll send a female deputy to talk to you and take your statement tomorrow. I already arranged to stay home.”“What about Mom and Dad?”“That’s the tricky part, I’ll admit. I need to talk to Mom without Dad around. I’ll do that after dinner.”“What about Dad?”“I want Mom to tell him. She’ll be able to keep him under control. I had Dale take. I almost removed the Device. I wanted to touch it so much. But the wanting made me feel so alive, too. Each time I almost removed it, I thought about the consequences. What would it feel like? It would be good to have an orgasm. I’d probably have several in a row at least, once I got going. And afterwards, would I feel fulfilled? Or empty and drained? Is a moment of pleasure, or even many moments of pleasure, better than the continual rush of desire, combined with the knowledge that I am. Then I came to an odd item. It was a very old necklace made of gold and silver twisted around a large diamond. Because of the age it appeared to be and the fact it appeared to be valuable I wanted to be very careful with it. I worked very slowly and careful then out of now where up popped this girl. She was dressed like a genie. I knew that wasn't possible so I thought that maybe it's a neighbor playing tricks on me. Neighbors and tricks like these are the reason I didn't like living in a house.