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Escape Ch.7 As usual I'd like to thank you for reading and commenting on my previous chapters. I've brought the ending to the Revenge series and will be concentrating on the Escape series (that's if you want it continued) from now on. I'm happy to be able to submit this chapter on time and I hope you readers will like it. Please guide me if with your reviews and comments. Thanks and enjoy! WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations and incest. The Door Boy 19 year old Timothy Young had been working at Manhattan's The Peak Condominium for almost a year. There had always been all the talks going around about some New York mafia's wife staying at the highest floor of the luxury residence, and that he should know better not to offend the lady or her husband or anyone associated with Mr. and Mrs. Wallansky. The young African American door boy had seen Mr. Wallansky's men in fancy suits and coats walking in and out of the lobby through his door on quite a few occasions. It was mainly the same few faces which Timothy had come to familiarize himself with - in particular Benny and Mickey. Today was different though. The two friends of Mr. Wallansky requested that he stayed nearby after his shift to watch over the entrance and give them a call if anyone associated with their boss including Mr. Wallansky himself walked through that entrance. He had received a handsome hundred dollar tip in advance with another hundred after the completion of his task. It had been nearly 4 hours after the changed of shift and he was still hanging around at the lobby of the opposite 5-star hotel. Timothy had been quite busy during that period of time, seeing some mean-looking men making their way through the main glass door. He made those calls as promised. Less than half an hour after the return of Mr. Wallansky, he witnessed a couple of black and heavily tinted sedans pulled up in front of the streets with tires screeching. The five meanest looking guys Timothy had ever seen appeared to be in a rush as they made their way hastily into the property. Even from the distance and their effort to hide themselves in their fancy coats, Timothy caught a glimpse of some heavy duty weaponry these five men were carrying. The door boy wasn't sure whether those were Mr. Wallansky's men anymore so he immediately pulled out his inexpensive phone and dialed Benny's number. His hands were shaking and sounded awfully nervous compared to the first two calls he had made. "There're five men comin' up... Th-they're carryin' big guns..." Timothy said. Unlike the first two calls he had made, there wasn't much of a reply this time. There was just a short, "OK." Timothy wasn't expecting himself to say much either after realizing a group of heavily armed angry men coming to his house. He was beginning to worry for Mr. and Mrs. Wallansky's safety. Gun fires could erupt anytime now. Timothy began to wonder whether he should leave the place soon. Even with a two way street separating him and Mr. Wallansky's residence, the whole thing could blow up and he didn't want to get caught in the middle of it. Then he decided that at the first sound of shooting, Timothy was going to abandon the whole shit and get himself as far away from the place as possible. Fuck the hundred bucks. An hour later, there was still no signs of a single shot being fired. The door boy tried calling Benny's number but there was no answer. He didn't notice anyone getting thrown out of the window either, just like they did in the movies. Maybe he had watched too much mafia movies. There was never going to be any shootout. Maybe his eyes was playing tricks on him when he thought he saw some assault rifles partially hidden in the man's coat. The reappearance of Benny, Mickey and a couple of the other Wallansky men brought relief to Timothy. He had almost forgotten his additional hundred bucks when he saw Benny standing by the two black vehicles, fidgeting with a cellphone. The off duty door boy was shaken off his trance when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Timothy recognized it as Benny's number before answering. "Where the hell are ya kid?! Do ya want yer money or not?" Benny sounded as if he was in a hurry. The young man swiftly ended the call and made his way out of the hotel, across the street to claim his reward. "Nice job, kid... Here's yer deserved reward," Benny said with a grin when he saw the approaching door boy. He handed him two hundred dollars to the delight of the young man. "Now, get lost...," Benny said before being the last to get into the two cars. "Thank you, mister!" Timothy shouted and waved as the couple of mafia vehicles sped away. Barely a few seconds later, Benny was still standing where he was when the fire alarm sounded from the luxury condominium. People started streaming out from the main entrance and the other emergency exits. When Timothy looked up, he saw clouds of black smoke billowed out of the top floor's windows. That unit belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Wallansky. All of a sudden, the work he had done for Benny and the money he had received from it seemed a lot dirtier than he thought. "Shit..." Timothy managed to mutter before backing away and ran. Family Trip "Mom! That's my underwear!" Rachel shouted from inside one of the black mafia sedans as Katherine was halfway sliding on her daughter's black lacy boyshorts by mistake. "Oh, stop being such a baby, dearie. We're not really that much different in size anyway..." Katherine said as she pulled the 17-year- old's panties snugly into place, apparently mistaken it for her black thong which was now hanging by the tip of Rachel's index finger. Over on the other vehicle, Olivia was quietly making sure her tampon was inserted correctly before pulling up her floral-patterned maroon panties, feeling the softness of the cotton over the smoothness of her thighs. For the fourth day in a row, Adrian Torres had agreed to exchange his Rachel-skin with Chico Alvez's Olivia-skin. He wasn't complaining at all, especially when he got to experience womanhood in a more comprehensive way. The tummy ache and emotional instabilities were uncomfortable but refreshing nonetheless. His Olivia-arms weaved into her maroon bra-straps, one after another before 'she' nonchalantly clasped and adjusted it to properly support 'her' size C tits. It was definitely not ideal for a change of clothing in the cramped space of a car's back passenger seats but they didn't really have much option... and time. Not only did they need a change of clothes, they had to also switch out of the live-skins which belonged to Kozak's men and replaced them with the Wilsons much more friendly appearance. After the successful job at Kozak's fancy penthouse, the party of four who had ventured into New York disguised as Benny and company, had to rush out of the city in the couple of heavily tinted vehicles available to them. They drove them to an isolated gas station at the outskirt of the Big Apple where their rented SUV was parked and changed out of the mafia's skins. Dr. Kenny Smith who was in the same car as Torres, happened to be the first to complete his switch back to Oliver Wilson before stepping out and passed the AER gun (wrapped in one of the mafia coats) to Rocky and Alves on the other vehicle. The make believe Mr. Wilson then double-checked the 'ancient' looking gas station for any signs of surveillance before getting back into the driver seat of the rented SUV while waiting for his 'wife' and 'daughters' to get dressed. He cast his glance over at the baggage on the passenger side and thought about Shannon Parker's beautiful skin that it contained. They had yet again ridden their luck with their latest face to face confrontation with death. It had almost become a norm for his new 'family' now but he preferred to think about his first experience donning a female live- skin. ***** The former Dr. Smith still couldn't wrap his head around what he did with Rocky during his brief stint as Shannon but he recalled his relief that he didn't have to continue as the ex-Playmate after the subsequent arrival of Torres and Alves. Even during that short period as the gorgeous lady, he did appreciate his first taste of having female hormones and urges coursing through his system. Rocky could see his 'wall' crumbling down but he didn't want his 'kids' to see it as well. Nevertheless, that valuable experience certainly helped his understandings on why the rest of the fugitives were enjoying themselves so much being someone of the opposite sex. As to whether he would be putting on Shannon or another female live-skin in the future? Dr. Smith wouldn't be giving any straight answer. Chico definitely didn't hesitate as he eagerly took over from the psychology professor. They resumed banging the Chico version of Mrs. Wallansky until the return of her husband. Upon receiving the tip-off from the door boy, Rocky, Dr. Smith and Torres hid themselves away in the guest room while leaving Chico to seduce Kozak in Shannon's guise. Grabbing a fry pan from the kitchen, Torres hit the man on the back of his head while he was still drooling all over the false wife in the bathroom. They lifted him to the bed and tied him up to the bed frame with the plan of setting him up for a show of seeing his wife getting fucked by his beloved brother before taking his life. As Rocky and Chico were just getting warm with their captive, Benny's phone rang in Dr. Smith's hand. He and Torres were waiting in the living area when the door boy told them about the unexpected visit of Kozak's men. They didn't have the time to put on their disguises or warn their fellow home invaders as they hastily gathered the AER and darted back into the guest room. Not even a minute later, they heard the front door being swung open and the troubling noises of heavy footsteps and weaponry reloading. Dr. Smith and Torres were both glad that the door of the guest room was situated opposite to the master bedroom. So, when the hot-headed group of men rushed into their boss's crib, Torres stealthily emerged from their back and sprayed the AER beams all over them. None of the Kozak's men managed to waste a single bullet before being transformed into nothing but a pile of live-skins right where they stood. Rocky swore and cursed his latest close encounter with death. Heck, the beams of AER lasers missed him only by a couple of inches. Due to the fact that he was not wearing any live-skin, he was fully exposed to being turned into an irreversible disguise himself. If not for Chico's quick thinking of swinging his Shannon-disguised body in front of his boss, Rocky would have been dead by now. He was not the only one to escape the wrath of the rays though. Thanks to the angle of the room, Kozak was still alive and restrained to his lavish bed. However, he could not comprehend what he had just witnessed happened to his men. He had been to a few live magic shows in his days. He had seen magicians turning his assistant into pigeons or rabbits only to have her reappeared among the audience. What had transpired before wasn't far off - the only difference though was that he didn't think any of his men were going to reappear anytime soon. The next thing he witnessed knocked him even further into confusion. The beautiful lady who he thought was his wife, stood up and sneered at him before reaching behind her neck in search of something. In one swifts motion, 'she' yanked the skin of her neck forward - causing her face to become grossly deformed before 'her' head and shiny black hair unwrapped itself from another head underneath and fell forward onto her naked breasts. "What's with that dumb look, honey?" Chico said in his male voice as he slowly wiggled out of the sexy female body. "Wh-what the FUCK is going on? You're not Shannon... What did you do to her?" Kozak was yelling. "The same thing that we did to yar men, little brother..." Rocky interrupted. "Didn't ya see how they all getting transformed into bunches of skins? How cool is that, right?! Well, we did the same to yar poor bitch and have ma man put her on as a disguise while yer away..." "Ya FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!" Kozak shouted. "Rocky, we don't have much time..." Dr. Smith whispered. The older Wallansky looked towards Torres and gave him a nod. Adrian knew what to do next as he used a napkin to pick up one of the men's Beretta before walking towards Kozak who by now had his eyes wide opened in terror. "Don't cha come near me. Ya mothafucka... Hey, Rocky! Please don't do this to yer own brother... I know... I've made a mist..." Kozak was cut off by Torres with a pillow being smothered onto his face. Rocky had already left the room when his reliable assassin pressed the muzzle of his gun into the pillow which acted as a silencer. The futile struggle of the helpless mafia boss came to a halt after the trigger was pulled. His naked body became limp. The restraints were removed, the remaining live-skins were collected and the place was poured with kerosene found in the kitchen before being set alight. The group of four made a hurried exit, leaving no traces behind. By the time Timothy had been rewarded and they were a couple of blocks away, the fire alarm sounded. ***** "Day dreaming again, baby?" Katherine asked, slightly startling her husband from his thoughts. 'Oliver' did not notice that she had finished dressing her slender figure in a combination of black short sleeves body-hugging tees, white mid-thigh denim skirt and a pair of strappy sandals. He didn't even notice that the 'wife' and his two beautiful 'daughters' were already inside the SUV until Katherines's interruption. The 'father' swung his gaze to his girls at the backseat and found that they were equally as stunning as their 'mother'. Olivia was wearing a black leather jacket loosely on top of a white tank top and dark blue jeans which ended in a pair of 2-inch heel boots. The old Olivia had meant to wear the boots for the trip with her then boyfriend but the new Olivia was glad to get the chance to put it on for the same NYC vacation, amid with her 'family' and with a very different personality underneath. Rachel on the other hand was feeling a little more adventurous in a blue halter neck skin-tight dress where its bottom hem barely reached her mid-thigh, showing off most of her long legs which ended in a pair of black ankle strap wedge sandals. Both of his daughters were seated with their legs crossed until the attention from 'daddy' compelled the former Chico to uncross his Rachel-legs so that Oliver could had a glimpse of mommy's black thong which she was wearing. The father and daughter exchanged flirtatious grins before Oliver shifted his attention back to his wife. He gave her a kiss before starting the vehicle on their way back to the airport after the short but successful family trip. Dallas, Texas They applauded and cheered after another equally successful and heart melting performance by Celine Dion. The Healthy Living Promotion charity event went well at the extravagant ballroom of the Ritz Carlton as the donations kept pouring in. The applause from high profile guests sitting on designated tables barely overcame the noise of the singer's manager slamming his hips into Claire Pearson's pussy from behind in the backstage dressing room. The sounds of two bodies slapping into one another rhythmically were obvious only to the illicit couple who found the precious little time and privacy away from their commitments; for the celebrity's manager, Mr. Besson, it was from his diva's constant need of attention. In Claire's case, she somehow managed to sneak away from her husband and daughter who were sitting among the VIPs, excusing herself for a rather lengthy restroom break to discover the masculinity of Terrence Besson. The 41 year old handsome music producer of African, French and Canadian blood had only just met Claire earlier in the day during the preparation for the event. But he discovered the 39 year-old's beauty and teasing hard to resist even with the knowledge that she was married and had a 13 year old daughter. As the organizer of the event, Claire was a total knockout in a bright red full-length off-the-shoulder evening gown complimented with a pair of 3inch strappy heels. She left her Bob-cut shoulder length black hair as it was. Underneath it all, Claire was well prepared for a fiery evening with a red lacy silk panties and garter belts which was holding up a pair of black stockings. After delivering her opening speech and basking in all the attention she had attracted through her elegance, Claire excused herself from her table when their guest of honor took the stage. No words were required as a mere eye signal was enough to draw Mr. Besson away from the wealthy crowd. He followed his newfound goddess through the restricted area at the back of the stage, passing a couple of security personnel as he appreciated the view of Mrs. Pearson perfectly shaped derri?re swaying in front of him. A grin appeared on Terrence's cleanly shaven face when Claire sauntered pass the restroom and came to a halt in front of Celine Dion's private dressing room before turning around to face the famous diva's manager. "Oh... Hi, Mr. Besson..." "Terrence, please..." "Okay... Terrence... What are you doing here? Dontcha wanna know how's Ms. Dion's doing on stage?" "Three years after taking over from her husband as her manager, trust me when I said that she will be absolutely marvelous up there regardless of my presence," Terrence said with a smirk as he slowly made his way closer towards the temptress before adding, "So, what about you, Mrs. Pearson..." "Claire, please..." "Okay... Claire... What do you have in mind?" Terrence said as he rested his hands at the hips of the 39 year old brunette. He had to glance down slightly even with Claire's 3-inch heels. "Well, I was thinking of us fucking each other's brains out in Celine Dion's private dressing room. What do you think?" Claire said, raising the eye brows of Mr. Besson. "I was thinking along that line..." Terrence said as he leaned forward and downward to kiss the married lady on the lips. Claire's slender arms were resting on the smartly dressed man's shoulders as she was probing his mouth with her tongue. Terrence felt Claire's aggression as he fumbled to retrieve the keys to the dressing room from one of his pants' pockets. He continued making out while attempting to unlock the door without even looking. On his second try, Mr. Besson managed to let themselves into the vacant room while he carried on French kissing the cheating wife. Once inside, he had the door locked before they resumed groping at each other's body. Claire in particular loved the way her breasts were caressed through the material of the Prada gown and its bra paddings. She craved the way her firm ass was being squeeze through the layers of dress and her silk underwear. She liked how her stocking legs brushed against her long dress as she tried to wrap them around the lower body of the suave gentleman. That was when she was lifted so effortlessly by the hips onto one of the make-up desks before they return to kissing and swapping saliva. Claire had arousing thoughts of whether the same had been done to Ms. Dion herself before she felt the low neck line her red dress and bra pads were being pulled downwards to release her left tits. Mr. Besson applied his magic touch with his fingers as he skillfully kneaded her stiff nipple, causing Claire to tremble with excitement. The thrill was later transferred to the right mammary as it too was exposed from the confinement of the designer gown. Terrence left hand was replaced by his mouth which had just left the brunette's lips while his right hand took over the breast-groping duties as it applied the same amazing touches. "Hmmm... You're so fucking good... Ooohh... yeaaah... You gotta teach my husband how to do that..." Claire cooed as she felt Terrence left hand traced along the side of her waistline down towards her left leg before finding the bottom of her dress. He slid his hand under the gown and travelled back up, brushing the inside of her thigh before finding her panty-covered crotch. Claire shivered as waves of ticklish warmth spread from her groin throughout her body. That was exactly how she, or rather how the former Samuel Johnson enjoyed it - getting molested while still fully dressed. Feeling the material of 'her' expensive Claire-dress and 'her' Claire-lingerie against 'her' recently acquired Claire-skin with the talented hands of a good looking man, was really something to die for. Terrence was encouraged by the moans and gasps as he stopped sucking at Claire's nipples to lift up the woman's lovely gown so that he could have a better view of her soaking wet crotch. Claire leaned against the vanity mirror as she instinctively parted her legs for Mr. Besson to dive in. Her delicate hands were massaging on her own perky breasts as she lowered her eye lids to revel in the heavenly stimulus of her lover's tongue slashing against her clit through her silky underwear. Terrence proceeded to suck on it, taking in the aroma of Claire's perfume in combination with the musky scent of her bodily fluid. "Oh God... You gotta teach my husband how to do that too..." Claire moaned. Without saying a word, Terrance yanked the red panty-bottom to the side with his left hand before coming in direct contact with Claire's clitoris. He resumed stimulating her G-spot with his taste bud while extracting pussy juices from the beautiful lady. His right hand moved south to release his own throbbing erection before stroking it while he was still making Claire wet. "Fuck me... Shove your cock up this slutty bitch!" the former black fugitive commanded in Claire's trembling voice. The music producer thought it was odd for Claire to refer herself in third person, but he didn't give damn as his lust for the lady took over. Standing up from his squatting position, Terrence line up his imposing 8inch cock with its head touching Claire's well-lubricated vaginal lips, sending further thrill to the rest of her lovely body. He almost made her beg before finally pushing his head past her tight lips. The new Claire could feel more and more of the fullness as Terrence gradually drove more of his shaft into her womanhood. It didn't take long before they were in free flow fucking mode as the singer's manager hammered the full length of his pecker into Claire's snatch. She didn't miss her husband at all as she felt the rampage of a superior beast ramming into her. They nearly broke the make-up mirror before Mr. Besson carried Claire off the desk like she was nothing and flipped her over so that he could resume thrusting in and out of her cunt from behind. The slapping noises were getting as loud as their grunts and moans of ecstasy. "Fuck this cunt...Fuck this rich bitch like she's nothing but a piece of cheap whoooore...!!" Claire squealed as she experienced her orgasm. That piece of odd dirty talking was somehow arousing enough to bring Terrence over the edge as he grunted before his muscular physique stiffened up followed by an explosive ejaculation. He didn't even bother to withdraw his prick from the married wife's womb with the assumption that most wealthy housewives take birth control pills. Even if she didn't, there's nothing the emergency pills can't fix. That was how it was with most of the female singers he had managed, including Ms. Dion herself. Terrence continued to pump more and more of his sperms into Mrs. Pearson until some of them leaked out from the sides. The couple slouched on top of each other to catch their breath for a brief moment until the music to Ms. Dion's last song before her break rang out from the speakers in the ballroom. This meant that they had only 4 minutes to tidy up before the singer's return to her dressing room. It was good that they fucked without taking most of their clothes off as Claire swiftly readjusted her elegant gown and hair before reapplying her make-up and her intoxicating perfume. They had a minute left before the couple was about to exit the private room when Claire noticed the popular singer's little luggage. Still feeling the dampness of her lacy thong, an idea sprang into the former Samuel's mind. "Do you mind giving me a few more seconds... alone? After our... you know... I think I need to feel secure down there..." "Alright... I'll wait outside," Terrence said, assuming that she meant putting on a sanitary pad. By the end of Celine's last song, the large ballroom roared with applause and standing ovation as Claire ambled confidently back to her table, drawing a concern glance from her husband. While standing with the rest of the guest in appreciation of the diva's powerful rendition, Scott Pearson leaned towards his wife before asking, "Is everything okay, honey?" "I'm fine now... Must have been the clams I've consumed earlier this afternoon." "Do you need to go to a doctor?" "Oh, I just did... the hotel's doctor had been taking really good care of me back there... filling me up with all the meds I needed. I'm feeling better than ever now," Claire said as she sat down with the rest of the guests, feeling the remaining cum of Mr. Besson getting soaked up by Ms. Dion's fresh pair of pink lacy panties under her evening gown. Claire couldn't help but giggled in her heart at her own puns. Hacker Chick Ellie Porter had just managed to hack into the CIA system without being detected. Even with her exceptional talent, it took her almost half of her day-off to finally break into the first layer of the intelligence agency's server. Of course, the 24 year old Emo chick had her excuses. For one, she was using Sarah Patterson's rather girlish and underpowered laptop at the head scientist's upscale apartment. Ms. Patterson's private internet connection wasn't really up to speed either. Ellie had to spend some time hiding her boss's IP address with a self-made program so that her location wouldn't be traced just in case she 'tripped over a trigger-wire'. That, of course, had never happened before since she started hacking at the age of 12, but it always helped to be cautious. Adding to those challenges, Ellie had to put up with some significant distractions which she was experiencing for the first time. Not really her first time exactly, but she never had anyone eating her pussy under the table while she was hacking into a national security's network. For the third time on the same day, her boss had found her way under the study table where Ellie was trying to remain focus with the job at hand. The computer genius already had her 4th orgasms barely an hour ago and now, the gorgeous blonde was in the mood again. "Oooohhh... I like how you play with my little clitoral piercing with your tongue. You're getting very good at this... Hmmmm..." Ellie gasped as she found it increasingly difficult to focus on the laptop screen. Sarah was encouraged by the young lady's response as she carried on with her oral pleasuring while sitting nude between the equally nude recipient's legs. The two naked ladies were similarly slender while retaining all the feminine curves, but that was the only thing in common. While Sarah's smoking' hot body was smooth and literally spotless, Ellie had tattoos starting from the lower half on the right side of her neck which extended to the rest of her right arm until her wrist. It was some art of angel and demon with plants and roses at the background. She could wash off her Gothic make-up but the piercings on her nose, left eye brow and ears remained. So were the rings on her tummy around the umbilicus and the sole dumbbell-like jewelry punched into her tongue. Otherwise, her skin was soft and pale, even more so than Sarah's fair complexion. "I can see my horny-70-year-old personality pretty much still residing in that empty shell of yours despite it being in passive mode... Oh fuck... that's it bitch... that's the spot..." the former Professor Eugene Phillips moaned in Ellie's girlish voice as Sarah was flicking her tongue at his Ellie-clitoral hood ring against his Ellie-clit. It has been two days since the success of his latest experiment in replicating his personality into a non-revivable live-skin. After taking over his young lab assistant's female life, Professor Phillips had been generating the idea of making use of irreversible live-skins while they lay idle and empty without a wearer. He modified the DNA regeneration technology which was utilized in the reversible prototype and incorporated it into a non-revivable AER gun. Once an empty irreversible live-skin was shot with the modified AER gun, it would be filled up as if it was being revived - only that it would not have its original personality but the personality of the last person who had worn it. The person who came 'alive' from an empty irreversible suit would retain both the memories of the live-skin as well as the memories of its last wearer. However, as the professor had discovered; the 'replicated character' would usually be less enthusiastic and incapable of veering from its daily routine. He or she would always look back to the person whom his or hers personality was copied from, if any life changing decisions were required. ***** A couple of evening ago, the real Ellie Porter was becoming uncomfortable after learning about the purpose of the AER project and the false Ms. Patterson's latest experiment. The young hacker was even more shocked when she was nonchalantly told that she would be the subject of that experiment. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?! You're nuts!! I'm getting out of here..." the clearly upset Ellie was backing off towards the door where she had made her entrance earlier. However, the door was locked electro-magnetically and the grinning Ms. Patterson wasn't about to let her test subject get away. She lifted the AER gun from the lab table in the middle of the room as Ellie was banging on the impenetrable glass panel while seeking for an alternative exit. "Get the hell away from me... you sick bitch!!" Ellie shouted as she continued to scream for help. Apart from being bullet-proof, the experiment room was fire and sound-proof as well. So, Ellie was only wasting her energy in trying to get help. "Would you believe me when I say that I used to be a 70 year old man before I turn this... 'bitch', into a live-skin and put her on - effectively taking over her life?" the make believe Sarah said amid all the commotion. "Yes, I'm Professor Eugene Phillips or used to be; until I become Sarah Patterson, who was my beautiful assistant," the lovely blonde added as she tried to aim the AER at her test subject. Ellie was proving to be more resistant than the fake Sarah thought as the Gothic girl used up all her strength to push the computer desk over, sending the monitors and other peripherals crashing onto the ground. The first shot missed as the girl ducked behind the tipped-over table. However, when she tried to dart across the room towards the light switch, the former elderly man pulled the trigger and the beams caught her trailing left foot. It was all the AER needed to work its magic as Ellie felt her left leg gave way. She fell sprawling in the middle of the room as gases evaporated from eye sockets, ears, nostrils and oral cavity. Her body was deflating rapidly, starting from the legs upwards until the process reached her head where her face became grotesque and some of her piercings made jingling noises as they fell onto the floor with the rest of the skin. 'Sarah' exhaled a sigh of relief as the wicked grin returned onto 'her' beautiful face - a face she was about to take off in order to fulfill the experiment. 'She' stripped naked before shooting herself with the same gun. The opening reappeared behind 'her' neck as she tucked it sideways and forward to detach the Sarah-head from his original elderly man's head. The rest of his hunchback elderly body with terribly wrinkled skin miraculously emerged from the 29 year old lustful body. With the vacant Sarah live-skin lying around his feet, Professor Phillips stepped over it and walked gingerly towards the crumpled Ellie- skin. The way that he had to pick up the object which used to be a living person a few minutes ago reminded him the first time he had picked up 'Sarah' and how he was amazed by it. He was still amazed by his creation as he marveled at Ellie's live-skin after removing her clothes from it. He observed all the tattoos and piercing which were still attached to the soon-to-be ultimate disguise. Without wasting any more time, the elderly man proceeded to don his latest identity. He slid his right foot into the live-skin's right foot through the 6-inch impossibly elastic entry slit at the back of the neck before doing the same with his left foot. The familiar tingling sensation took place as the live-skin morphed with his rheumatoid limbs to transform into a pair of smooth feminine legs. Unlike his first time, the professor didn't stop to appreciate the changes as he continued pulling the skin-suit up to cover the remaining part of his unsightly body. The bulge of his raging hard-on was flattened out just like how it had been with the Sarah-skin. The clitoral hood ring seemed peculiarly sexy on the cleanly shaved pussy. His earlier erection had caused considerable amount of juices leaking out of her young cunt. Yanking the live disguise over his shoulder before inserting his arms into Ellie's upper limbs, Professor Phillips couldn't help but smirk at the protruding breasts taking shape on his new chest. His arthritic hands fit into the skin as if it was some gloves before metamorphosing into a pair of girlish hands. Her pigtails raven black hair was still intact as the professor hauled the Ellie-head over his. The flashbacks of Ellie's eventful life immediately struck him as the seam at the back of his Ellie-neck disappeared. He saw the girl's family, her love for computer influenced by 2 older brothers followed by her early relationships and heartbreaks, prompting her rebellious character. Professor Phillips was impressed with her reported and unreported achievements in the world of computer hacking. The girl could even wreak havoc to the world stock market, singlehandedly causing economy meltdown if she chose to. All those information was revealed to the elderly man in less than a minute as he opened his new deep blue eyes. The initial giddiness quickly subsided as the new Ellie readjusted to the fresh sense of balance. As there was no full-length mirror in the experiment room, 'she' sauntered over to Sarah's bag and retrieved a small make-up mirror before checking her appearance. The rings and facial piercings decorated 'her' grinning face before 'she' stuck out her tongue to examine the small shiny stud that was punctured through it. It felt like 'she' had all those penetrative decorations for all 'her' young life as they hardly caused her any discomfort. 'Her' new memories explained her Gothic look as a way for the old Ellie to stand out and be different. Still, it was kind of difficult for the former 70 year old to come to terms with. Though, he wondered how sex as a melodramatic chic would feel like. Even a mere brush of 'her' purple painted finger nails across her clit ring sent enormous amounts of shockwaves through 'her' new body. Eager to see the result of his alteration to the AER gun; the nude Ellie picked it up and fire the beams at the empty live-skin of Sarah Patterson. Similar to the way a revivable live-skin came back to life, the Sarah's empty shell rapidly became inflated as if air was being blown at astounding rate into it. In less than a minute, an unconscious and naked Sarah rested sideways on the floor. 'Ellie' spotted her chest started rising as she took in her first breath. The false hacker chic had to give the blonde a few slaps before she finally regained full consciousness. Once her eye-lids were lifted, the fiendish grin returned to her otherwise lovely face. "So, it is working..." Sarah said as 'she' reached out a hand to grope at Ellie's perky tits. Indeed, the professor's personality was still intact. "Can you remember anything?" the false Ellie asked. "I remember shooting you with the AER. Then I shot myself to take off the Sarah-skin. The last thing I remember was feeling the entry slit reemerged at the back of my neck," said the replicated personality of Professor Phillips. "So, you'll have the last wearer's personality and memories until the moment just before he took off the live-skin... Wonderful! Simply wonderful! The experiment is a SUCCESS!" the original Professor Phillips proclaimed in Ellie's guise. "What do we do now, genius?" "Let's celebrate a little..." the fake Ellie said as she returned the breast-groping favor on the 29 year old blonde. The two make-believe girls ended up having a mind blowing lesbian session in the lab before bringing out multiple orgasms out of each other. By midnight, they helped each other into their nearly-forgotten clothes. 'Sarah' helped 'Ellie' into her black cotton panties before playfully rubbing the clit-ring through the underwear. The blonde slid her own pencil skirt up and over her green lacy panties while watching the younger lady pulled on her black leather mini skirt over her fish- net leggings. After pulling on her body-hugging black T-shirt, 'Ellie' reexamined her jet black hair, making sure her pair of pigtails was neat and tidy. She reapplied some of her Gothic make-up before picking up Sarah's gray jacket and handed it over to her. Standing at the doorway of the experiment room, they both stared at the mess caused by the real Ellie earlier that evening. The computer monitors and instruments were still all over the place with the tipped-over lab table. "Let's just lie to the securities and say that some experiment didn't go as planned..." the former professor said in Ellie's casual voice. They turned off the lights and checked out of the CIA Secret Lab in their respective cars. ***** The invasion of Sarah's finger into her pussy woke 'Ellie' out of her thoughts. The blonde was still licking at her clit-ring as she probed her index finger into the soaking wet vagina. The stimulation was intense enough to bring her back from the thoughts of the events in the lab two days ago. The former elderly man was still utilizing Ellie's 24 year old body and her talent to hack into the CIA's secured network to find out if they were investigating his former self's abrupt retirement. However, the constant 'harassments' from his replicated personality in the form of Sarah Patterson was proving to be a hindrance - a very lusty hindrance. For the fifth time on the same day, 'Ellie' said, "Oh, fuck it..." and pushed Sarah's pink laptop away as she leaned back onto the chair to enjoy the blissful sensation belted out by the beautiful blonde. 'Ellie' moaned when 'Sarah' inserted a second finger into her tight pussy as she continued to clobber her clit with her tongue. Freed from the laptop's keyboard, the young brunette had both of her delicate hands on her perky pair of tits as she pinched her erect nipples. With all the piercings that the body had, 'she' was surprised that the old Ellie did not apply a ring or two on her titties. Sarah's fingers movement was getting more and more furious as Ellie couldn't stop herself from gasping and groaning. 'Her' spread out legs were clamping down on 'Sarah' as 'she' felt herself close to her fifth orgasm. 'Her' blonde partner was relentless as she picked up the pace of her finger-fucking. 'Sarah' was pleasuring her own clit with her other hand all the while when she was eating and fucking Ellie's pussy. A few more seconds later, the blonde felt 'Ellie' figure tightened up before another gigantic orgasm hit the Gothic girl. Her ejaculate sprayed all over Sarah's pretty face as she withdrew her mouth and fingers from the brunette's clit. Barely recovered from the climax, 'Ellie' looked down under the study table and found the attractive lead scientist was still rubbing at her own sex. 'She' was keen to assist as she got off from the swivel chair, pushed it away and got on all fours as she headed for the blonde's cunt. Sarah was leaning her back on the wall as she felt her hand being gently removed from its mastubatory duty. She glanced downwards and realized that 'Ellie' was grinning at her between her legs before she dove in and assault the blonde's pussy with her mouth. Sarah took in the heavenly sensations as she laid her hands fondling her own boobs. It didn't take long for the scientist to be hit by another intense orgasm as she screamed while thrashing her body around. "That felt so fucking good... Your pierced tongue certainly added that little extra to the experience..." Sarah said as she brought herself from under the desk and leaned forward to kiss Ellie. The two beauties made out on the carpeted floor for a few more minutes as they tasted their own pussies from each others mouth. After the post- climatic embrace, the phony Ellie stared into the phony Sarah's blue eyes as she could almost read what the blonde was thinking. "You wanna know how deep have I penetrated into their system?" Ellie asked. Sarah just nodded. "Well, with you fooling around... it took me longer than anticipated to finally crack open their operation files," the former professor added. He almost felt like he was talking to himself as he continued, "I didn't find anything that would suggest a direct investigation in my... my former self's disappearance. However, I did stumble upon something else...something which was quite troubling." Back Home Katherine Wilson was resting her blonde head on her husband's shoulder as they stood on the concrete pavement of their basement wine storage while looking at an antique chest where they had kept all the live-skins which they had collected since their escape. They thought about burning all of them but Oliver insisted on keeping the irreversible skins as they could be handy to their cause in the future. "You'll never know what the future holds," he said. "We might need them if our covers are blown." The false Katherine inclined to agree with him. The former Dr. Smith had been right about most things thus far. But 'she' knew he was wondering whether he would have another opportunity to put on Shannon Parker's live-skin again. 'Katherine' could tell from the stares he was casting on the gorgeous brunette's empty shell during the journey home from New York. The phony husband might not admit it, but 'Katherine' could sense his desire when he was inside Kozak Wallansky's wife. 'Oliver' was about to lock the wooden container when his beautiful wife suggested, "Why don't we keep Shannon's skin in our bedroom? There's plenty of storage in our huge wardrobe. I think it should be pretty safe. Besides, I was kinda hoping we can have ar lil' girl to girl action. We can do it while the kids are sleepin' if you're shy about it..." Her 'husband' didn't say a word as he continued to stare at the contents of the antique chest. He had his right hand on the top of the lock, halting at halfway from shutting it down on the chest. Shannon's live- skin laid on top of the pile. He could see her disheveled long black hair and one of her nipples as even her grosteque form was tempting the former Dr. Smith. It was definitely a very enticing proposition. They could even have a family of lesbian orgy if he had not been so worked up about his masculinity. "Oh, fuck it!" the make believe Mr. Wilson said as he grabbed the vixen's costume out of the storage before locking the chest. Rocky couldn't help but smirk with his lovely Katherine-face as the pretentious Mr. and Mrs. Wilson walked hand in hand out of the wine storage. With the live-skin over his right shoulder and without looking at his 'wife', Oliver sternly reminded, "I don't wanna hear a word from you." "Not even a compliment? I was about to say..." "Please, Rock... Please, honey... It's been a long day..." Mr. Wilson said. Katherine was still smiling. Unplanned It had been nearly a week since Chico Alves had been bringing back the bubbly character into Rachel Wilson. He had switched for the younger sister's live-skin when Olivia was having her monthly period despite all that unprotected sex. By now, Olivia's menstruation should have ceased, but Chico had decided to stay as Rachel after finding the young blonde's body to be as desirable as her sister's. He also found Torres's calm and collected persona to be more suited and appropriate for Olivia. However, the former pimp was beginning to regret his decision. Since morning, the 'teenage girl' had been constantly running into the bathroom and vomiting. 'She' was feeling light-headed and fatigue. It was almost evening now but her stomach was still causing her great discomfort. The fake Rachel had been staying in her room the whole day, even skipping lunch due to the loss of appetite. 'She' was sitting in front of her MacBook Air in a bottomless pink pajama-T with nothing underneath but a pink and white stripes cotton panties. After browsing the web for almost an hour, the 17 year-old was beginning to worry about her symptoms. They could mean more than simple stomach upset which didn't make much sense as she was having what her 'family' was having. 'Mom', 'dad' and 'Livy' was feeling fine as far as she knew. The more likely possibility was for her to be experiencing morning sickness - an early sign of pregnancy. At least that's what he read from americanpregnancy.com. It was definitely a dreaded outcome considering the fact that Rachel Wilson was supposed to show up in school tomorrow morning. Of course, 'she' could call in sick and have her 'parents' talk to the teachers, but it could only last a few days. More than that, the school would become suspicious. The 'phony' teenage girl was contemplating whether to break it to the other fellow escapees yet. In the end she decided to put on some decent clothes and drive herself to the nearest pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. After getting what she wanted, Rachel quickly got herself back into her BMW convertible. A couple of good looking boys were smoking outside the store as they tried flirting with the hurried teenage blonde. "Fuck off!" Rachel shouted before swiftly steering her sports car out of the block. It was certainly unlike the former Chico to get so emotional, even when he was wearing a female disguise. Right then, another one of the early pregnancy symptoms popped up inside his Rachel-head: emotional or mood swings. She did make a stop by the roadside to puke before finally getting back to the chateau. And she did draw a few concern looks from 'mom' and 'dad' who was cuddling on the sofa in front of the 50" LED TV on her way back to her room. 'Rachel' darted to her room's attached bath as she hiked up her short denim skirt after taking off her pink stripes panties. Sitting on the commode, 'she' spread her legs so that she could hold the test stick in the path of her piss. The ex-pimp learnt that from his former prostitutes whenever some shitheads forgot to put on the rubber and the bitches missed their periods. 'Rachel' placed the stick on the basin cabinet top before wiping her crotch with a toilet paper. 'She' waited for a minute and the second line appeared. Rachel Wilson was pregnant. The former Chico couldn't explain the fresh waves of emotions crashing onto his Rachel-body as 'she' started to cry. Unplanned pregnancies were a common thing during his pimping days. These occurrences usually resulted in visits to an unlicensed doctor's office where the unwanted problem would be taken care of with a small fee. It was supposed to be a small inconvenience. Yet, thoughts predominantly from the Rachel part of the brain about the shame if her friends in schools find out and the ensuing humiliation, not to mention future problems with boys if they knew about her desecrated history, washed over the usually carefree Chico character. The urge to talk to somebody suddenly arose. "Must be the hormones again," she mumbled to herself as she cleaned her face before venturing out of the bath and flopping onto her bed. The grumbling in her taut tummy reminded her that she had not had anything since the two slices of bread and milk from breakfast. As if on cue, someone knocked on her door. "It's me, sweetie... Can I come in?" Rachel recognized the motherly voice as Katherine's, but she knew it was Rocky inside that body. "Yes... whatever..." Rachel said as the mother opened the unlocked door to her daughter's girlish room. The teenager was glad to see that 'mom' brought along a tray of bread and soup with her. Rocky was really enjoying his role as the well- preserved 42 year old mother. His old mafia-boss self wouldn't have been so sensitive and caring. In his Katherine disguise, he was wearing her white cashmere V-neck shirt and a brown knee-length skirt. The 'mother' sat on the bed beside the obviously upset 'daughter'. "You haven't had anything to eat since morning. I guess you must be hungry now... What's wrong sweetie?" Katherine asked, noticing her daughter's teary eyes. 'Rachel' got up from her prone position to sit beside 'mom', looking at her before saying, "Really boss? Do ya really have to act like da bitch even when we're alone? ... Ya like being da bitch, that much?" "Ah find nothin' wrong bout dis' bitch. Ain't she beautiful, rich, healthy and stuffs... I'm tired of da fuckin' mafia shit. Ma brotha tried to kill me becuz of this mafia shit!" the false Katherine spoke in Rocky's accent. "Don't tell me ya don't like yar bitch body one bit... especially bha da way ya acting for the last month in not one but two young cunts..." "Dat ain't it... Is just dat... Ah was thinkin' if we could be ar self even if we're in ar new bodies... Ya know, a'm missin' the booze and the smokes and the weeds... Da maids ar gone, ain't it? So, there ain't nobody's watchin'... Ya know what I mean?" "Ah don't care how ya wanna be actin' at home. The new maids ar comin' in tomorrow mornin'. Dey don't have no clue what the real Rachel was like before this. So ya can smoke weed or be a drunk or even be a slut in front of them, I guess... Ain't that what's most spoiled American teenager been doin' anyway?" Katherine said, still using the uncharacteristic slang. "But ya have to act like Rachel when yar in school cuz her friends gonna noe how the real her was... Ah don't know bout ya but a'm gonna be Katherine as much as possible... Ah ain't got no problem wit dat," the mother impostor added. 'She' placed the tray of light meal on the daughter's bedside table before turning to look at her little 'girl'. "What's wrong sweetie? You haven't been asking this sort of questions until now. I thought you like being... girls," Katherine said as she reverted back to her proper accent. "I'm pregnant." "Oh my..." the phony Katherine acted shocked as she drew in a deep breath and resting her right slender hand on her chest in a very lady- like manner. Her play could only last for so long as she bursted out laughing to the bewilderment of her fake daughter. "Please pardon me... I couldn't help it... I mean, there you were getting concern about having to act as a good girl for most of the time... And now, you're telling me... you're pregnant?!" Katherine said before she resumed laughing. "Who's the father..." and she laughed to the annoyance of her daughter. "I'm sorry sweetie... I know... bad joke," Katherine said as the dust settled somewhat. "It's not funny mom! The morning sickness is killing me... How can I act... normal if I'm sick? My friends in school will know if they see me like this," the former Chico started playing along by bringing back Rachel's character. "I think there's a medicine I have which can help you with that. But firstly, I need you to fill your tummy up before you get tummy ulcer and dehydrated," the former Rocky said, fully utilizing Katherine's knowledge as the family's health consultant. She crossed her long legs and reached for the tray to grab the bowl of soup before scooping up a spoonful. Instead of feeding it to her daughter, Katherine took it into her own mouth without swallowing before leaning towards Rachel. The mother lips were locked onto her teenage daughter's as she transfer the mildly warm soup into Rachel's mouth. "It's your favorite tomato soup," Katherine said after leaving her daughter's mouth. Next, the mother took a bite of the sliced of bread before feeding it to her daughter in the same manner. It was somehow arousing enough to 'Rachel' that she decided to roll the food around before pushing it back into mom's mouth. They kept swapping the mixture of food and saliva in and out of each others mouth until it ended up down the teenage girl's throat. Mom fed her with another spoonful of soup with her mouth; this time though, they ended up kissing passionately after the mouthful of broth was swallowed by the young blonde. Their tongue danced around in each others oral cavity as their hands travelled all over their still fully-clothed bodies. The Rachel impersonator had one hand on mom's breast as she fondled it through her shirt and bra. Her other hand was tracing along the inside of the mother's thigh as she slid under her skirt towards her crotch. Katherine uncrossed her long legs so that her daughter could feel up her pussy through her silky yellow panties. She gasped when her panty-covered clit received stimulus from Rachel's dainty fingers. The blonde daughter were being harassed in the same way by the blonde mother. She hiked up her denim skirt and spread her legs for Katherine's probing fingers. With the make out session progressing well, the two blondes pushed each other into a lying position onto the girlish bed. Some of Rachel's stuffed animals were getting ousted from the bed onto the carpeted floor as the incestuous couple was building up their passion. Katherine helped her daughter out of her tank-top and white bra before roughly stripping off her short denim skirt and stripes panties. The blonde mother than got up on her knees and straddled Rachel under her as she lifted her V- neck shirt up and over her head. Her breasts in yellow lacy bras were exposed as she reached behind to unclasped the lingerie before throwing it aside. Mom's nipples were beaming red, hard and erect as she caressed her tits with her own hands for a short while before leaning forward to French-kissed her perky daughter. Katherine was on her back again when Rachel assisted her mom out of her skirt, leaving her only in the yellow lacy panties. Rachel got on her elbows and knees between mommy's thighs as she admired the older blonde's perfect shape. The daughter dove in to draw a breath from Katherine's womanhood through her underwear. "Hmmmm... Stop teasing..." the wealthy wife cooed. That triggered her daughter to start licking at her clit through the silky fabric. The combination of her mother's perfume, fabric detergent and a hint of musky aroma greeted Rachel as she was having her own hand rubbing at her own bare teenage pussy. The pregnant girl discover that, somehow, lesbian and incestuous behaviour could bring relief to her symptoms as she had almost forgotten about her morning sickness. Her mastubatory act sent tingles throughout her young body as she carried on flicking her tongue at Katherine's panty crotch. Soon after, the daughter decided to discard mom's underwear in order to make direct contact with her soaking wet cunt. Rachel's mouth didn't break contact with her mother's pussy as she shifted herself so that her young body was on top of Katherine's in a 69 position. Both ladies were making slurping sounds with occasional groans and moans of ecstasy. The endorphins brought ideas into Rachel's head as she stopped short of her ever closing climax to withdraw from the kinky maneuver and climbs off the bed. "What are you doing, sweetheart?! I was almost there..." Katherine sounded breathless, but disappointed She saw her daughter sitting by the bed while ranscaking the bedside table's drawer, obviously looking for something. When she found it, Rachel was grinning from ear to ear; so was her mom when she showed the vibrating dildo she and Livy had been having a lot of sisterly fun with. Katherine was getting really turned on as she moved her hand south to stroke at her own clit while watching her teenage daughter putting the cock-like object gently into her mouth. Rachel's right hand was sliding the sex toy slowly in and out of between her luscious lips as she was rubbing her cleanly shaved pussy while staring at her beautiful mom. It was peculiar that even knowing that there was a disgusting man inside that attractive nude blonde lady who was fondling her own breast and rubbing her own clit, the former Chico didn't feel turned off. In fact, it was the exact opposite as she felt more aroused than ever. The false Rachel crawled on her hands and knees towards mom with the dildo between her lips. By now, the sex toy was generously coated with the teenager's saliva. She pulled it out of her mouth, still grinning as she shoved the dildo into mommy's wet pussy before leaning forward to passionately kiss the 42 year-old blonde on the lips. Without even looking, Rachel turned its switch on and the dildo began to vibrate. A gasp followed by moans escaped from Katherine's mouth as they continued to lock tongues. Rachel left mom's lips to suck on her swollen nipples as she carried on thrusting the lengthy dildo in and out of Katherine's vagina. The mother couldn't hold back any longer as her body stiffened. Her sound groan was followed immediately by a very intense orgasm. Rachel slowed her hand movement on the soaking wet dildo as she gradually removed it from mom's reddened pussy. Katherine was almost out of breath as she laid on the bed with her eyes close, basking in the post-climatic pleasure. She was then awakened by something dripping onto her face. Her daughter's wet cunt was already hovering above her, only a few inches away from her lips as she reopened her eyes. Katherine's eyes got even wider due to the reinsertion of the vibrating dildo back into her vagina. "Eat me you BITCH!" demanded the unladylike Rachel as she lowered her pussy while assaulting Katherine's with the sex-toy. The mother returned the favor as she sucked, licked and probed with her tongue and mouth while having her own vagina violated by her beautiful daughter - back in the 69 position. Katherine used her manicured fingers to spread her daughter's labials aside as she shoved her tongue in as deep as she could. Eventually, she was fucking Rachel with her slippery taste bud as she was getting pounded by the dildo. The addition of its vibration and Rachel's stroking and licking at her clitoris brought her close to her second orgasm. The former death row inmates were grunting and gasping to the heavenly sensations they were experiencing from the bodies of two smoking hot ladies prior to their impending climax. Katherine came really hard even though it was her second orgasm. Rachel followed closely behind as she sprayed ejaculates all over mom's face. The two exhausted blondes laid on the bed for a few more minutes before Rachel promptly sat up to look at her mother. "What was that medicine you were talking about... you know, the one to help me with my morning sickness?" Still lying on her back with her eyes closed, Katherine said, "Oh... right. I got it from the pharmacy a week back. I'll get it for you later..." "Wait, why would you need it..." Rachel was about to ask, but the answer dawned on her almost immediately. Katherine knew she had figured it out as she opened her eyes again and a smug appeared on her face. "I maybe your mother but I'm still young enough to get knocked up too," Katherine said without the slightest hint of regret. Settling in the Suburbs. 35 year-old Karen Kim was feeling good about the suburbs. She was on her way back from the mall with her 6 year-old daughter Ashley Kim. While they were cruising on the main road from the city in a white BMW 5 series, Karen thought about the successful charity event which she had been a part of. The lovely lady of Korean descendants liked to think whenever she was driving. She was glad to be able to help during the fundraising event. The millions in donations they had managed to collect might not mean much to her, but it was the rate in which she was making herself well received among the housewives that mattered. Karen had always been a highly sociable person. That attribute helped her settled into the upscale neighborhood rather quickly, barely a month after moving in. She glanced at the rearview mirror at her beautiful daughter. The mother was told that her daughter had more features from her than her husband. She had beautiful dark brown almond-shaped eyes, small pert nose and full lips just like mom. Her straight black hair was tied up into a cute pair of pigtails. Ashley sat quietly in a designated child seat at the back while looking out the car windows at the Dallas scenery. "Mommy, this place is weally pwetty..." Ashley said. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie," Karen said with a smile as she steered the vehicle off from the main road into her new suburb neighborhood. She drove past Sally Quinn's house as she was watering her lawn and flowers. Karen waved to the 46 year old housewife before stopping by the road and winding down her window. Mrs. Quinn who was a frail and skinny redhead lightened up in the presence of the new family as she turned off the garden spray before walking towards the BMW. "Doing your own gardening today?" Karen asked. "Yeah, the gardener's took the day off. By the way, you're gonna have to give me that recipe to your chocolate brownies. They were delicious. Me and the kids loved it," Sally complimented. "Thanks Sally. I'll e-mail it to you," Karen said. "Hello Mrs.Quinn!" greeted the well-mannered Ashley. "Hello little lady... You look really pretty today," Mrs. Quinn commenting on the girl's pink and white puffy sleeves dress. "Thank you Mrs. Quinn. You are weary pwetty too," Ashley said, prompting giggles from both adults. "I'll see you around, Sally." Karen said before the neighbors waved goodbyes. Karen steered her vehicle away towards her large mansion which was located four residences away on the same road. The automatic gate remote was built into her car's dashboard as she pressed one of the buttons to open the gates. While waiting for it to swing ajar, Karen saw her next- door neighbor Patricia Hollinger. The slightly chubby 38 year-old was walking her Chow Chow when she spotted her recently moved in neighbor. Mrs. Hollinger waved as the mother and daughter in the white sedan waved back. "What a friendly neighborhood," Karen thought as she drove the BMW into her compound, stopping right in front of the mansion's main door. After stepping out of the driver's side, Karen smoothened out her brown mid-thigh wool skirt. She was wearing a light blue low-cut sweatshirt on top. Her raven black hair was done up in a simple bun. Her 3-inch heels were clicking on the stoneware floor tiles as she swung her hips towards the passenger side. Once the car door was opened, Ashley jumped out as her ballet shoes hit the ground before running full of energy towards the door. The mother shook her head before strolling to the trunk to retrieve the groceries and some dresses she bought at the mall. The housekeeper who opened the main door for Ashley earlier came to assist Mrs. Kim with the purchases. Karen took the moment to greet her gardener before walking gracefully into the mansion. "Let me know when dinner's ready. I'll be taking a nap and wish not to be disturb," the lady of the house ordered before making her way up the curved marble stairs to the second floor. Karen was removing her earrings while she sauntered into the vast master bedroom. Ashley was already inside on the bed with her favorite doll in her hands. Even th