Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ri...ng would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila glanced up at me with a quizzical expression.. She turned with a start, peering into the mist toward the street lamp as if she'd heard her name called by a distant friend, but saw nothing, save the growing mist."Audra..." again she could feel her own name in a breathy whisper at her ear."Hello?" she spoke in hushed tones, "who calls me?" She waited a moment for an answer. "Benjamin? Is that you, my love?"Suddenly, a very beautiful, very pale woman appeared as if of the mist itself, not more than a yard away from the girl. Without a word,. I was close to the edge of sheer hysteria. Then I saw my reflection in the glass of the window, because the lights were down, it made and excellent mirror."Oh my God!" I heard myself whisper. "Look at me," whispered as I walked closer to the glass to get a better look.I was considerably shorter, with just longer than shoulder length chestnut brown hair flowing from the top of my head like a brown silk fountain. I reached up to touch it and watched as the beautiful young girl in the window did. She then said something in Vietnamese which caused my masseuse to bow and make her exit.I rose from my massage table and silently, but nervously, pushed past the black curtain into the next cubicle. The American lady was gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties, a blond and totally naked apart from the smallest black thong. She had her head well tucked down into the massage table and was oblivious to the fact that I was there.She certainly had no clue that a complete stranger had been invited to.