She’s a sweet little girl, full of fun and energy, giggly and, I reckon, highly intelligent. She showed me some drawings which I thought for a seven... year-old were pretty good and she reads quite well too. Some of the longer words, particularly if the spelling’s not easy, stumped her but no, I liked her and enjoyed her company. I think she likes me too because she said she wanted me to come back and baby-sit her again.”“Well done, darling!”“Baby snatcher!” grinned his father.Toby pulled a face. All the while I couldn't believe that she hadn't physically changed at all, but for some favourable maturity which served to diminish the gawkiness she was known for back in college.Georgia was a 5'6" lean B-cup with short blonde hair and stark brown eyes, for the sake of description. Catching up with her for a few weeks after by text, some very startling facts came to light:1.) She was still a virgin at the age of 32. I know, go figure. She had been a little too strict on the old "no. The day after he found out about the affair, she asked where her mom was. She was 13 so Brian told her the truth- she cried alot as did Brian. They had grown closer then they had been before- she looked after him. He woke up many nights with a blanket over him. She'd also been watering down the whiskey in a vain attempt to stop him getting so drunk. One night he woke up and saw her asleep on the settee. He had fell asleep in the chair as he did most nights. She was lying on her backs her vest. "I start to remember growing up as a girl. A girl" How can that be. I open my eyes and the image disappears. "What's going on," I ask the angel."The image that you saw, is what could have been, if things were a little different," the angel says. "An X for a Y, and an alternate you." So its not real," I say."Close your eyes and just watch..." the angel says.I close my eyes. The image returns. As I finish cooking the dinner, the door bell rings. I take my apron off and walk towards the.