. oh, excuse me, Mrs. Olsen, I forget you're still really married," apologized the middle-aged graying man quite sheepishly. Sarah found herself embar...rassed by his shyness, his self-effacing manner."Oh, don't give it another thought. I was quite happy, really. It's nice to be able to relax and enjoy the quiet of this beautiful countryside. And you ought to call me Sarah, then there wouldn't be any problem remembering that silly ol' Miss or Mrs.," said Sarah smiling in relief at being back in. We followed Mr. Kent into the little corner that contained all of the tiny little bathing suits. One section had a big colorful sign over it that advertised "Wicked Weasel" suits.Mr. Kent seemed to recognize that brand and headed right for them. He picked out several suits for both of us. I couldn't help wondering where someone in his line of work was getting the money for this very expensive shopping trip. I haven't been keeping track. But this stuff is expensive. I'll be surprised if the bill. ’ She tilted her head as she asked, ‘Well why couldn’t you-‘ Cutting her off, he went on. ‘So… I watched as, above my feet, on my wall, some kind of computer program that was projected onto the wall by a projector or something, started doing stuff on it’s own.’ He bit his lip as he thought for a moment. ‘Then I was like, was terrified and filled with dread- that’s an understatement by the way’ He looked at her as she raised her eyebrows and then tilted her head. ‘And, well, I just *knew*, that. Her body was… different from most of the girls I’d dated, not curvaceous with huge boobs and a tiny waste or a skeleton. Tory was… willowy, I’d say, although even that’s not quite right. She had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, with either brownish red hair or reddish brown hair, I could never tell. After blacking out, I woke up. Well, no duh, but I woke up to the smell of bacons and eggs and a huge-ass hangover. I ran to the bathroom and retched. The nausea was overwhelming. Then, I heard.