"Oh! Come on now. I didn't say I lost all my powers, did I?"
Alissa sat there on the chair as her blue eyes observed me with a dumbfounded look. Unlike the azure eyes of Caroline, her eyes had a deep sea look as she gawked at me. The blonde hair tied up in a ponytail made her look refreshed and professional at the same time. Those brown spects over her cute face added a touch of intelligence and smarts to her naive looking face.
The white unbuttoned apron over the tight pink shirt and that black skirt of hers, and that sexy curve that I always was blessed with every day, every morning. It was still the same Alissa I knew.
"How?" was the question she asked as she tried to put the pieces together.
'If I hadn't told the story, I wonder what kind of reaction she might have had. She might have been taking me as an alien who kidnapped the real Michael? Or maybe she is already contemplating the idea right now?' I thought as I looked at her confused face.
