'Pour yourself a drink if you like. I would love to have you join me.' I added. But you looked at me and winked and said, 'Sounds tempting, but one of... us needs to be the adult tonight don't your think?' Oh my.... I loved your sense of humor. 'Of course,' I laughed, 'and you are it.' As you leaned over to hand me my drink, you whispered, 'You are in good hands tonight. Don't you want the best care one can get? Hmmm ?' Catching me looking down your blouse at that beautiful cleavage, you said,. There’s no blood this time, but Angela cries out.Marc smiles and unwraps another needle. He grabs the right side of Angela lip and does the same thing again. Tears stream down Angela soft, pale face, and her make-up starts to run. Marc drinks it all up. He leans down and licks the underside of her lips, lapping at the blood, and rolling his tongue around the foreign metal shoved through Angela’s face. She sobs even harder at this.Marc laughs while he picks his scissors back up and cuts the. ”If she had been smug I’d have wiped the smug off her mug ... but she wasn’t ... smug. Damnit ... she was right. Fuel ... first chance. I was hoping to get farther west ... before I got a wild hair. That hair was Carole at Visa and the hired driver. What was his name?I rumbled through my past... Charles.Yes ... Charles.Remembering Charles is like remembering that Gary Cooper was the Sheriff in the movie “High Noon.” Just a little digression there.And sure enough ... Tyche was right. Before I. "What the ?.." he stopped mid-sentence as he realized his voice was definitely female sounding. He looked down and saw he was wearing a white teddy. "OH MY GOD??.NO!!!!!" He ripped off the sheets and jumped out of bed and realized he was in someone else's bedroom. He ran to a mirror and saw he was still Cindy Crawford. He saw a purse sitting on a dresser and looked inside, he rummaged through the cosmetics and found a wallet. Upon opening it he saw Cindy Crawford's drivers license and Credit.