Maybe he'd throw some new hair into the bargain. And a set of pillowy fuck-lips. He scratched out the tit enhancement."Later," he mumbled.Fink grinned.... He picked up the phone. Life wasn't bad.Becker walked down the corridor towards Fink's office. He ignored the various bimbos. Today he was clear in his objectives. He'd never allowed himself to be distracted by anything. Which was exactly why he had been selected for this job.He deliberately forgot to knock when he went in.Fink looked up from. There you are, you can start in my backyard. It’s becoming a jungle so don’t miss any spots; he said with a lovely smile on his face. I started mowing and when I turned with the lawnmower I saw Derek watching me through the window. A shock went through my body, but it was a nice one though. I just went on mowing when 5 minutes later Derek asked me if I wanted something to drink. Oh uhm, okay. Is a coke ok; he asked. Yes great. He went back in a few minutes later he came out with a can of coke. It is love, joy, and sanctifying grace.“The Boss reviewed Karla’s record and he likes what he sees.” Then with a grimace she continued, “Oh, hell, I suppose I might as well tell you the rest: You see, Karla’s ambition is to become your body slave, Barb. She wants to be as much like you as it’s possible for her to be. And since she’s your height, about your weight and build, and works out like a demon, I think it’s going to work out, too. But what do you think?”Instead of replying, Barb reached. Lots of people do it. I just have the build that makes it look easy, but it’s just learned muscle reactions, like playing an instrument. Any of you play?” Two raised their hands. “Ok, how long did it take before your playing sounded ok?” Two years, they both allowed. “Right. That’s just about how long it took me to begin to get some proficiency. So no big deal, right? Nothing but eye-muscle automatic response, when you see a note on the page, you don’t think where to put your fingers, yes? They.