You will become my right hand girl, Betty, and I will come to rely on you greatly. Being my assistant is a heavy responsibility - do you think you can... handle it?" he asked. Betty could tell by his tone of voice and mannerisms that he was being very serious and he needed to know she was up to the task. Betty didn't want to let him down and didn't want to get into something she couldn't handle. She thought about it for a moment and when she was sure she could shoulder the responsibilities he was. A sharp crack emanated from Tucker's back andhe grunted with the sharp pain. He felt of his lower back and found that it hadcaved inward like a woman's. "Soon enough, I'll be out of you." What the Hell is happening?" Whitney's voice giggled from inside Tucker'shead."Hurry and go into my old room. Some of my old undies are in there. You'regoing to need them soon enough." An itch in his chest and severe urging fromwhereever in his head Whitney was ushered Tucker in Whitney's old room. He. So, it's no risk to me. Now, you went to a lot of trouble and effort for me out of the goodness of your heart, and the only thing you've ever asked of me is to lend you a hand when you needed it, so I'm willing to take some of the risk off your shoulders. I mean, I'm willing to look at it as an investment. If I lose it, I've lost nothing. But, if I know you, the way I think I know you, I don't think I'll lose on it." Dave... " she said slowly. "I ... I don't know what to say." 'Yes' would be a. I could just go on to sleep and you two can enjoy each other's company tonight instead." Suddenly they had the money after all. "Okay, I'll be there in about an hour."I hung up and slipped out of the sleeping shirt, tossing it on the bed. I called a taxi and hurried to the bathroom to primp before it arrived. A quick shave down there to get it all nice and smooth and a shit load of hairspray to fluff my shoulder length brown hair. A bit of makeup, just some blush and shadow over my green eyes.