That smile. She wasn't angry, so Mike nodded. In a flash her clothes were gone and she stood before him like a Goddess."Am I to your liking?" she aske...d. She said it happily, as if the answer didn't matter. Mike could like her or not. No woman is so content with her appearance. "I could be blonde," she said and zap, she was blonde, her eyes suddenly blue. "Or do you like brunettes?" and zap she was a brunette with flashing green eyes."I think I like you the way you were. I mean, you looked like. .. though he might, I suppose, to show how much he loves you..." He ... seemed to enjoy it..." There you go, then. Oh ... and how did you come to choose 'I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls'?" I ... don't know ... it just seemed to come to me." Think about it, Chrissie." She stood. "That's probably enough for today. You need to keep thinking things through. Let's have a cup of tea now and you can tell me about your plans for the rest of the weekend."Over tea, they just chatted about simple things. One pushed Horace off the G-16s, and thewoman put a stethoscope to Rose's chest. "What's the matter?" said Horace. The woman said, "Horace, you've been screwing a corpse." "But I felt her squeeze my prick!" "Horace, it's clear what happened. The current went throughher breast and through her vaginal muscles and through the wirein her rectum. And her muscles tightened, as even a dead woman'swould. But between her breast and her vagina, the current alsowent through her heart,. ‘You know, I like navels.’ I fold my hands behind my head again. ‘Why’s that?’ ‘They’re such a convenient place to store one’s lint. That, and they’re like little mini-pussies for my finger.’ He grins, sticking his pinky into my navel again to demonstrate. ‘Why do blond girls have sore belly buttons?’ He pauses for a beat waiting for me to respond. After a bit he realizes I’m not going to say anything so he delivers the punch line. ‘Because blond boys are stupid too!’ He declares this little.