‘Soon my love,’ is my reply as I reach for the top button of your blouse. With each button I open, I lean forward and kiss the newly exposed fles...h. The first kiss is on your neck, the second on your collarbone, the third kiss finds your exposed cleavage and gives a hint of the low cut bra you have worn for our encounter. The next finds the top of your belly, the fifth your bellybutton. The last kiss finds the space just above the top of your jeans as I linger there, smelling your arousal. ‘No. That was sort of funny, too, I guess. It seems that just being able to call them — knowing their telephone number — was a sufficient recommendation. But when I mentioned Penny’s name, that put the icing on the cake. And with charges for their deluxe treatment running about $5,000 per person for a day, they were delighted to schedule for Tuesday.Kristin had been with her sister, Jean, all that time. But when I disconnected, she held up her hand and formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger. Surely it wasn't Connie and Mavis; too early. Phil?"Hello?" Mavis breathed, trying to tug up her panties with one hand. She was able to hitch them up her legs in front, but the elastic band refused to budge over the lower crown of her rump."This is Mr. Quentin, Mavis," the faraway voice sounded impersonal, slightly severe."Golly!" Mavis exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Ten-fifteen. "I can't work in the store today, I have an engagement to help Connie and Miriam teach Terry. I coughed and saw my hair fly down over my eyes. I froze as I stared atmy hair. It was much longer than it had been. It was also different.There were highlights in my hair. I looked down at my fingertips andnoticed the red nail polish over the long tips.I started to shake as I looked down and saw the two mounds protrudingfrom my chest. My hands clasped my breasts and I realized they werereal breast. Well, not real breasts. They felt like implants, but Iwasn't one for semantics at that moment.I.