But I guess it’s the same for me…He gets in the bathroom first and, as I wait for him to finish, I only observe my toes touching the moquette: why... are they so large? I’m sure my feet would be way cuter if they were more slim.Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he gets out. His hair is humid and an embarrassed expression shatters his common, almost banal face."Wait for me on the bed, I’ll be quick," I tell him. And, when I’ve closed myself in the bathroom, I suddenly realize what’s. “Squirt, stand side-by-side and look in the mirror over there.”“Holy shit!” she breathed when she’d done as I’d asked.“Yeah, we played a trick on Mrs. Spencer and I thought she was going to have a heart attack!”“You pretended she was me?”“Yes, and I think anyone who hasn’t seen you in a few months would easily mistake you for each other. That’s how they met - Jennifer saw her across the quad at Stanford and thought it was you!”“You told me she was cute, Jennifer, but you never said she looked. Mary did not believe in bunking off, so if he had wanted to see her, or be near to her, he had to go to school, it was as simple as that.He could picture her now, she was tall but petite, girl rarely had large breasts in those days, but she had velvet slim arms and long white stocking clad shins, and rounded shapely thighs, mini skirts where just coming in that year but all of that was secondary.With raven black hair, pulled up in to bunches on either side of her head, she had a pretty if plain. ‘Do I need to…take him to his room?’ She said. ‘Will he wake soon? Do you know?’ The image shook her head. ‘There is nothing physically wrong with him, Mistress. Nothing that I can detect.’ ‘O-kay. Then to bed with him. There must be a stretcher, or something similar, somewhere? Ophelia, where is it? It would make things much easier on both of us if I did not hurt him trying to move him.’ ‘There is an anti-grav unit in the medical bay. I will use the corridor lights to help you find it.’ The.