From his window, Murray watched the removal van load up the last few boxes.
Two grunting, hairy hauliers were breaking a mean sweat under the hot noon sun. They worked quickly under the direct supervision of their client, no doubt trying to impress her. She stood nearby, occasionally supping on a cigarette. She was a knockout - tall, shapely and long-legged. Her silky red hair bounced in the gentle breeze and each toke on her cigarette carried her considerable bosom heaving outward.
Murray would miss Trisha, although he knew it was inevitable that she would leave. They all did, sooner or later. Still, he'd had a lot of fun with Trisha.
The moving van pulled out into the road and set off. The statuesque redhead paused next to her own car, finishing her cigarette. She absent-mindedly adjusted the hem of her microskirt and took in the familiar view one final time.
Murray had gone with a Jessica Rabbit vibe this time, and the effects were - in a word - stunning. He was quite sure Trisha's magnetism had persuaded her movers into working for free. She got a lot of things free nowadays.
Trisha noticed Murray watching her, and blew him a playful kiss from those big, bee-stung lavender-glossed lips. He smiled and waved back.
Of course he could make her stay. But she was perfect. No, that was the wrong word "“ she was complete. There wasn't a single thing he would change about her. Anymore. It was time for somebody new.
Murray only hoped Trisha's old place wouldn't stay vacant for long. But that was one thing he had little control over.
And there wasn't a lot he couldn't do.
Murray had a mysterious and intimate gift. One which gave him complete control over the form (and mind) of anyone or anything that found itself within his domain. Reality bent around his will, such that an observer outside his small playground wouldn't even notice his tinkering.
Nor anyone inside, if he didn't want them to. Like Trisha, bless her, who will never remember how boring and lonely her life used to be.
This was how he'd never been caught, to this day. It wasn't that he was particularly careful. It was just that nobody ever recognised his handiwork for what it was...
Hypnotic suggestion. Body modification. Exotic diseases. Impossible desires. Simple makeovers. He could do almost anything, albeit only within a very specific area...
