. it's a picture of someone... someone I used to know, a long time ago." He replied, looking down as tears welled in his eyes. "She died a long time a...go... during the war." I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" asked Melissa, with a note of compassion in her voice."No, not really." Would you like me to go?" Please." He said, blinking back the tears that threatened to pour forth."Ok." Melissa's face fell as she turned and left. After she was gone, Edward turned his back to the door and. No shivers, no weird tingles or sensations, nothing. She triedagain and again, but without any effect. Eventually she was forced toabandon the idea, realising that whatever strange feedback had affectedher wasn't about to do an encore."Great," Bobbie said, sounding thoroughly defeated, looking down at hernewly transformed self. "I'm stuck like this." Welcome to the club." You don't have a bakery to look after." She said, glowering at methrough a curtain of green and black hair. "Or a. I was a bit late getting to Cath’s, evident by her and Jenny anxiously peering out of the front windows. They both rushed out to meet me, my sister telling me she was due on Ladies Circle railway trip to Bath that hadn’t been cancelled and wouldn’t be back till about five at best. The ray of light that is Jenny climbed in the car and off we went. The chat flowed non-top and we arrived to see a few people coming out, some arriving like us and a sort of dead unlit feel about the place. Jenny. ’ She did look hot, and all she was wearing was a white tank top and a pair of short running shorts. But most of all, I wanted to cover my tracks and alleviate any suspicion she may have had. Dinner went surprisingly smooth considering the encounter Greta and I had months before. Aside from her knowing that I like to be fucked by guys and me knowing that she was quite a good fuck herself, if only for one time, I really didn’t know a whole lot about Greta except for things Andrea may have said.