God, I felt like Salvador Dali’s practice dummy.Worst of all was the hair. I’d been able to add a new meaning to the words ‘Big Hair’. My hair... was so teased out and lacquered I felt like I was wearing a giant scrub pad for a hat.As I walked into the front door of the Wheeler Company, I could feel the people staring at me as if I was the living definition of the word slut.“Come in Katie, everyone is waiting for you.”There were ten people in the room. I knew most of them from the last time I. I'm, kindof, like: "OK, Mom - this is kind of strange but you're the boss," so Iposed as she told me to. After the shower though, it got even stranger -she had me dry off and then handed me a bottle of Baby Oil and told meto rub a coating of it all over my body. Then she took a series of shotsof me standing by posing lights so that the light was reflected off myglistening skin. Then after that she wanted some shots of me holding upmy breasts and playing with them. And then she finally took some. "I'd like that. I can leave for Atlanta after lunch."They made plans to meet in the hotel's restaurant at noon, and Ed dressed to head back to his room. Leaving Chrissy with a quick peck on the cheek, he went back to his own room, showered, and headed for the convention center.All morning he was distracted on the show floor, and his customers probably noticed. He couldn't stop thinking about Chrissy, about what a coincidence it was to meet her again after all these years.Or was it fate?And if. One persona was the respectable and chaste Doctor Jennifer Browne, BSc, PhD, the other, a sex mad, cock hungry slut called Jen. The worst of it was that I had no idea when the 'slut' side of my personality would take over and turn me into a salacious whore. I looked on the problem like I was being poisoned, and that I felt I would die if I didn't get the antidote, which was sex.The warm glow in my crotch began to spread like wildfire, and like a marionette guided by an unseen puppeteer, I found.