"My voice died instantly in my throat as I prayed to any god that wouldlisten to keep the shock in my soul from registering on my face.My dad was a fi...nancial analyst for a large investment firm. However,despite the fact that he sat behind a desk for ten or more hours a day,he kept himself in pretty decent shape for a man in his late-forties.He and mom went for a walk nearly every evening after dinner and playedtennis on the weekends with some of their friends. During the coldermonths, the two. He sat there, vulnerable anduncomfortable, while his wife told him how his life was going to be fromthen on."The paperwork has already been done, Justine. Your entire fortune isnow in my name. Everything. You own absolutely nothing. And certainlynot any male clothing or possessions. You are going to be my personalbed slave from now on, and will serve me and any lovers, male or female,who I choose to take. Your new body and face are going to stay thatway. That make-up and those curves are. ” Her emphasis on the whatever word really peeked my curiosity. “Come on,” she remarked, reaching out and gently tapping my hand. She stood and quickly re-adjusted her skirt, which more or less confirmed for me, that she was at least aware of her leg flash. I followed her out of the conference room and into the main print shop. “Gee, you very tall,” Ann remarked as I stood next to her, surveying the print shop set up. Even in her stiletto heels, she barely reached my shoulders. “I am too. I haven’t even seen them for a while. I found that my abilities improved with practice. Kind of like a muscle. Actually, I am sure it was a set of neural pathways opening up. First I just got the Zener symbols, then I picked up numbers, and eventually words. I never have gotten beyond picking up thoughts on the surface of the mind. I can’t even do that right now, consistently. The combination wears off and it’s flushed from the system after a while. There is a residue for a little longer, which.