Jacob looked up from the pool and spotted a woman in a red speedo running towards the gate. For a moment, she kind of looked familiar to him. But he couldn't quite place her name. He watched, a bit amused, as she tried to pry open the gate. He had a feeling that he tried to do the same thing not too long ago, but that was just silly wasn't it? Why would he want to leave this place?
He shook his head. What was happening to him? He didn't want to stay here. Or did he? He looked over at his daughter Mary, who no longer looked much like herself. In fact, she didn't even look much like a woman. Did he just think that she was his daughter? Where exactly did he get that from?
"What are you thinking about?" Mary asked him, smiling. She got closer to him, putting a masculine arm around his increasingly feminine body. She was being overly seductive towards him, totally unlike Mary. But the thing was, it was totally turning Jacob on. A voice at the back of his head told him that this was wrong. But that voice was no more than a whisper by now. It was there, but Jacob wasn't really paying it much attention. "Well?" Mary asked.
