I could feel her trying to take control. She wanted to fix herself. It wasn’t happening.I did, however, rewire some areas that needed fixing.From wh...at I learned remaking Paula’s brain, I found some miswired sections. Four were related to what dampened her body’s signals that told her that she needed to use the bathroom before it became urgent. The others I changed needed to be adjusted from how they worked in her sibling’s brains to the required ways in Molly’s.These adjusted the ways her body. I head my door close behind me as I was lead to to a van. Wearing black panties. Pink thigh highs and a blind fold.I was thrown in and had my hand and feet quickly bound together. We drove for what seemed like hours. I tried to say something but they shoved a gag in my mouth.We came to a stop and I heard the door open. First stop. I was picked up and planced on my knees. A color of some sort was put around my neck and they bound that to some part of this van. Then things went quite. I felt some. I took a taxi from the station.My house was deserted and far off from the main locality. I went to the door and inserted the key and turned it but the door did not open. "What is the matter with the lock?" I circled the house. The curtains were closed. I glanced into the drawing room but no one was there. I opened the back entrance door and entered quietly. With heart racing I looked around in each room as I came to it. I heard voices from the bedroom. I opened the door. I stood there still.. Intruth, Billy wasn't so much interested in fashion as he was in thefashion model. Billy, quite simply, was falling in love, but he didn'tknow that.One day during the summer that they were fourteen, Steffi and Billy werein the beach shop after a morning on the boardwalk. Steffi spotted adisplay of novelty nail polishes, the ones where they change color whenexposed to the sun. She thought they were so cute."Which one do you like better, Billy? This one that goes from pink toorange, this one.