She thanked me, kissed me again and said, “Oh, one more thing baby, When we both drive to Illinois and visit Scott, You will need to stay in a hotel..., as I will still continue with my naked in the house thing." "You can still have the car but you will need to drop me off at Scott's front door and call me when you get on the freeway, so I can start undressing before I go into the house. I will want to know that you are well away from the house before I start undressing," she added She concluded. As a final measure during her transformation, Mariah had been lobotomized. Her consciousness is now disconnected, and she now finds it even more difficult than before to think critically about her circumstances. Her reactions are driven primarily by instinct and she currently feels relaxed by the music and the comfortable posture in which her body had been placed. “The new bitch needs a bath,” one man says, though Mariah cannot hear it. “I think you’re ready to perform one on your own. Go get. She asked for my help loading them in the car, and I obliged. She had a lot of stuff in her car and we barely fit everything in, but some organizing and re organizing and we got it. She thanked me for my help and I shook her hand. "Oh my" she said, "you are a handsome boy".I was flattered by her comment. The thought of hooking up with a beautiful, mature woman was one of my ultimate fantasies, but I didn't think it would ever happen. So I said bye and started walking to the beer store. Once I. The stain came out. “It’s mostly water," I thought. "With a few million wiggly things swimming about in it” I could hear Sal in the bath, she was humming, there was the occasional splash of water, a sigh, then an “Oh shit!” "Lost the soap," I guessed with a grin. I left her to it. I had a quiet five then changed the washing over and hung the bedding and the blouse out on the line. Sal came down. She was dressed in one of the cotton nighties, the pink one which I’d ironed earlier, a towelling.