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= Elizabeth =

I changed back to my maid clothes and went back to the basement, craving for some touch. Elizabeth Short was laying on the couch, reading some old news articles that Violet printed for her. They were about her death. She loved her fame so badly.

"Hey," I thought I could use her. Now that I thought about it, Beth had black curly hair too. She would make a good substitution for Kat. I climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck. I knew she would never reject me. She placed the paper on the side and welcomed me with a tight hug.

I rubbed my hands against her thighs, and then my hands started to unbutton her dress. Very soon, her dress was on the floor. I kissed her and softly bit her bottom lip while my hands were busy rolling down her pantyhose. Suddenly, she stopped me.

"You are different tonight," She said, "There is someone in your heart. Your kiss was different from the time we tried to seduce Ben. I could feel love in your kiss and that special someone is not me."

"No," I refused to admit the truth. I continued to lock lips with her, but she pushed me away again.

"You are in love with someone," She said.

"Well, I felt something for someone, but it wasn't love," yet.

"Don't lie to yourself, honey," She smiled, "I have known you for a long time, Moira. Sometimes, I feel like I know you better than you know yourself, and I can definite tell when you are lying. Don't waste your time with meaningless sex with me. Take this time to think what you should do next."

She left the couch and picked up her dress on the floor, leaving me alone, again. I might as well use this time to clean. My brain worked better when I was cleaning. I decided to rearrange the cushions on the couch.

"Moira," I turned around and there was Vivian and Violet. They looked surprised. Vivian carried on the conversation, "Oh I am sorry, we haven't met. Because of your dress, I had mistaken you with Moira. And your name is?"

What was going on? "Vivian, Violet, it's me, Moira," I said.

"Are you kidding me? You look different," said Violet, "You look like you are twenty-five!"

I felt younger too. "Tell me exactly what I look like and what I am wearing now."

"Maid dress, as usual," Vivian said, "It's just your face."

"Stockings? And how long is my dress?" I asked. I wasn't sure they were seeing my seductive look or I actually grew younger.

"Knee length dress and no stockings," Violet said in the doubtful tone, "What happened to you?"

"I don't know." No stockings, so, not sex look. Did I go back in time?

"She has seen her own face," The wisdom man came out from the dark, "It looks like someone has found her self-esteem." He laughed hysterically and disappeared again.

= To Be Continued =