Meanwhile, Zack is looking for Becky

We're the hell was she? He was so fucking horny. Like really, really horny. He couldn't believe he had to start enacting his plan without a good round of sex before.

"Do not worry about Anna. Remember: Becky is your ultimate prize"

It was true. Anna was just something to help him not think about Becky. And she wasn't even good at it, goddamnit. He breathed heavily. Focus, he had to focus. It was not the time to screw up or get carried by emotions. He knocked at the door, trying his best to avoid thinking about Becky and her magnificent tits, her wonderful ass... God, he was doing it again! He had to find Becky, talk to her and convince her to fucking embrace her destiny. No time for distractions.

-Who's there?-

-A friend of Becky. Is she home?-

The door opened. The woman standing in front of him did not even try to hide her anger, her dissatisfaction. He could tell from her eyes that she had not slept well.

-No. She went to one of her friend's place.-

She wasn't nearly as hot as her daughter, Zack thought. Heck, she was the classic "all buiz" housewife, only caring about her job and heel child. A typical single parent with all the weakness that implied.

-Are you one of her new friends? Don't remember seeing you around.-

The woman raised an eyebrow while asking him that question. Zack smiled, showing all of his shiny white teeth.

-Maybe? Look ma'am, I just want to talk to your daughter. -

-You are one of... You're her boyfriend? -

-What? Look, can I just speak to Becky please?-

He was beginning to get angry. He wasn't getting anything out of this. Becky had seemingly chose to hide behind her nerd stupid-ass friends, leaving her paranoid mother to guard her privacy like a security dog or something.

"Or maybe, you could still get something out of this meeting, Zack..."

The book's words echoed inside his mind. He gave another look at the woman: yeah, she was tired, but she was far from ugly. She was pretty busty, young and even a bit attractive after all.

-No. You can't. Not before you tell me who you are.-

He stepped closer to the woman. His powerful body intimidated her, he could sense it. She was almost fearful of his presence. He let his hand slide on the massive buldge in his pants, trying to capture the woman's attention.

-Who are you, Miranda? -

-How do you know my name? Did Becky tell you?-

"No, genius, I have the powers of a fucking demonic book. But you wouldn't understand."

He stepped closer to the front door. The thing he loved the most about his new body was that strange mix of fear and attraction he caused other people to feel: he could tell Becky's mother was truly scared by him, albeit at the very least curious about his visit. He had chosen to wear a pair of tight leather trousers exploding under the pressure of his cock, barely contained by an expensive silver coloured belt. Under the leather jacket he was wearing the usual elastic tank top, letting the woman enjoy his perfect set of muscles.

-Yeah, your daughter talks a lot about you.-

-Really?-

Zack made another step towards the woman. He knew the book's magic would do the rest.

-Yeah. She didn't tell me how beautiful her mother was, however. Heck, I'd have said you were your sister for a minute...-

He smiled. Actually, he had not stopped smiling since he had knocked on the door. Zack knew how a good smile could convince a housewife.

"I'll fucking turn this old bitch into a true porn diva. Hope talk ends soon and we get down to business..."

Miranda didn't know what to say. There was something so clearly wrong with the young man who had just knocked on her door.

-Is this some kind of joke?-

-Joke? Nah, I was just trying to be polite ma'am. Sorry, I guess-

Miranda's last few days had been a mess. First, her daughter had came back looking completely different, hit by a weird and sudden late burst of puberty. Now, a young man seemingly coming from the cover of some porn magazine was knocking on her door looking for her and making awful attempts at already bad jokes. It was too much to bare for her. She wanted to slam the door right in the face of the guy, keeping him away from her already crumbling life. She wanted so badly, but while she was still thinking he had already set foot inside the house, forcing the door open with an infuriating nonchalance.

-Sorry, sorry. I was just... Getting cold out there. It's freezing.-

It was simply not true. But once more, Miranda had no time to think. She found the stranger uncomfortably close to her, breathing heavily on her face. He was tall, heck, taller and fitter than any man she had ever seen. She instinctively begun to drool, caught off guard by the sex appeal of the young man.

-Go away. You must go. I don't want you here-

-But we haven't yet got to know eachother! I asked you a simple question and... God, is that saliva?-

"Is this body really that hot? God I could bang anyone I want know... Getting a few ideas already"

-What? No?-

-I am hot, I know.-

-Yes, but... I mean, it's not the point!-

-Oh come on!-