I looked at his mammoth hairy arms andshoulders - at the greasy hair receding half way back from hisface and felt my nose and stomach turn. I couldn't... believe I wasstuck with this ape. How could my life have reached a point likethis?But I was determined to make the best of it. The real Melissahad loved this man. Now I was her, I had to find it in my heartto do the same."Hi Robert! I'm back!" I kissed him on the cheek through hisbristles. This close a surge of body odour closed around my facebut. "No," interrupted her husband. "I had no idea and I did nothing to plant that idea. It was all them. But they're right, you come home safe." He paused. "Thank God, Linda is watching out for you. There's no one I trust more. Okay," he said brightly, trying to lighten the mood. "What did you want to tell me?"Pat found she could not say anything to break the moment. "Nothing, except to tell you I love you."The following day saw "Pamela Goodwin" move into the same apartment building as Maria, Terry. Why can't I remember anything? She grappled and groped in her mind, searching for slicked-up memories that slipped from her hands, or bowled over her, too massive to handle, like a man-sized halibut.Eri was still staring down the mirror-image, as if expecting it to attack her, when the dorm's doorknob moved, the door flung open, and a tall, pale girl, facing away from her, with long, watery black hair, about Eri's height (I'm supposed to be shorter ... I think so, anyway), carrying huge,. It was a basement apartment and there was a long flight of stairs leading down. At the bottom was a soft yellowish glow coming from the right and there at the foot of the steps was my prize.She was about 5'2" tall, petite with short grey hair, large glasses and wearing a full length, black silk nightie. She nervously clutched her hands together in front of her. She was wrinkled, but not unattractive. As I descended the stairs she moved back towards the direction of the light. I turned the.