Matty felt sorry for Cindy so she would ask Cindy over for dinner, include Cindy on our dates when we went to a show and before long I was dating Cind...y. Matty didn't take it very well when I asked Cindy to marry me and she sent back the wedding invitation with "Fuck you!" written on it in lipstick. Cindy and I were married one month after our graduation and set out to start our new life.Six years went by and then the company I worked for bought out a competitor and I was put in charge of. .. sorry, Terry ... I’m ... kinda fucked up right now.”“Er ... Jerry...”“Whatever...” Angel looked at her arms and realized that they weren’t quite right. She could see Cassandra’s darker arm hair, and a freckle she herself didn’t have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra’s body! “How?”“GREETINGS HUMANS!”Angel screeched at the sudden auditory intrusion, which seemed to be coming from all around them.The volume dropped: “You have been chosen for an important experiment. We are not of your world,. "I know." "But what about whatever you forgot and wanted to go after?" She laughed and said, "I didn't forget it. I have it in my purse." Numbly I looked at her as she drove about fifty meters off the road, stopped the car and the engine. She smiled broadly at me and asked, "What do you want for an appetizer? This or this?" she asked as she touched her small breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other. I gulped, "Jesus, Stephanie!" "Well, which one?" she asked again. . .? over and over. And then the wet slap of another lash. ?Thirty-two.? The whip was red now, a fine spray flying up even as Ned brought it back to send the thirty-third around her lissom waist. She shook, her fists clenched, and gave a glance back over her shoulder as though to see if Hudson were listening to her pleas. There was something in that turn that startled the warden, a reminder of her prettiness, that quizzical jaw line, the delicate cheeks, the dark eyes that on another day might.