Once a weekhe buys a lottery ticket and tells me that today is his lucky day... well,Mr. Daniels, today you were right."Peter turned off the TV, happy... not to be in the old man's body. He might bea cute young girl at the moment but he was sure it was better than being anold man, no matter how rich."What do you think is going to happen tomorrow, Lina?" Peter asked."I have no idea, Penelope," she frowned. "I've never heard of any of mypeople ever returning from your world. My people are. She didn’t care—could not care. Her hand was pulling apart his unzipped pants. “Woah! Baby, I’m driving!” The name slipped out of his teeth and into the air. It couldn’t be taken back. What was more damning of course was the hand now groping around in his pants. “I still want you,” she said, dipping her head against his shoulder and letting her lips lightly brush his cheek. The hot air from her lungs whispered into his ear and through his nose. “I’m still driving!” “But, babe!” The word was out. Ten minutes later she reappeared. My chin dropped. A bra, pants andgarter belt set in the same colour as the panties I was wearing. A pairof shiny navy blue stockings and a knee length satin wrap that was openat the front and a pair of navy mules. I had not seen any of theseclothes before. She had sorted her hair and makeup. She was any manswet dream. Boy, was I lucky."You like?" What's not to like? Been shopping?" Yes popped out at lunch time. I liked the colour and thought that. It says you belong to me. You look cute. You are going to fit right in. Now quit looking over here at my legs. You chose this outfit for me. Dont tell me this doesnt say I belong to you as well. So just keep your eyes on the road. She laughed. Sarah was wearing an outfit Scotty had bought her last night as well. This time he had actually talked to the Anne, the clerk. He wanted just the right things for Sarah to be wearing for the events up here. Sarah was traveling up to Evenrude in tailored.