"Who the hell are you?" Donald asked, looking at the strange man in a dress in front of his door.

"Have a good trip? Do a lot of business for your company? Get those contracts?"

"Look, you weird fu... are those stitches?"

The man smiled at him.

"You know they are. Tell me, does this look a bit familiar to you? At least below the neck? The body? The dress?"

Donald them stopped and looked more closely. He saw those hands, those soft, nimble hands. He saw the height, the build, and that dress was her favorite. His expression changed from anger to horror.

"What did you do to her? Where is her head?"

"You know, it is funny about that. She would have rather done this than stay with you. I offered her a chance to leave and never be seen by you again, and she took it right up. She is about twenty years older, give or take a few years, a bit less limber, but still healthy and away from you."

"She didn't." Donald said, not believing the man. "She couldn't have."

"She did!" The man laughed. "I was shocked how quickly she jumped at it! It helped sweeten the pot when I told her what I planned on using her body for! See, you ruined my life and I want to have fun tormenting you. Helping her was never my goal, but if it works it works. So, 'dear' why don't we go inside, and we can discuss this further?"