While their male psyches would be unable to do anythingbut silently watch, they would act just like the girls they appearedto be. And everyone else i...n town would think they had always beenEdie Joy and Barbie Rae. They'd be assuming the roles of the prettygirls every town seemed to have with such scandalous reputations thatmen like they'd once been continually sought out for their company.And there was a major plus side to them remaining girls.Once reality altered during the night effectively. . until Niels set that straight in the introductions.Three point five million dollars was a lot of money in 1955 and they say money talks and bullshit walks. Things at the table were proceeding when a ravishing young lady stepped to the door.The Maitre'D did his normal bustle and scrape. She spoke to his ear.He raised an eyebrow and said, "Certainement, mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît suivez-moi" Oui," she responded.She followed the Maitre'D and as she walked the restaurant watched.The men. The mirror showed him the truth of his age, the receding hair, grey at the temples; the slight pouchiness under his eyes; the failing elasticity of his skin; and the belly. Not a bloated gut, but definitely the paunch of later middle age. He squeezed a roll of fat on his hips between finger and thumb and shook his head, bemused.A flash of color caught his eye and he looked down to see a lacy blue thong on the floor near he feet. He picked it up, stroking his thumb over it's silkiness. Smiling. And these two scamps are Tina and James, two of my children."MacKelvie's eyes widened at Scott's introductions, as he realised Scott had three wives. He glanced at Scott's parents to see whether they thought the situation odd, but they were merely smiling at him politely."Hrrmmm," he cleared his throat before continuing, "I see, and have all these people been back to the ninth century too?" Actually Colonel, my mother and father haven't as yet, but they are planning to come on my next trip.