The liquid Grace had given her had worked perfectly, Janice thought as she looked at the two sleeping 12 year olds: her son Jeff and his best friend Mike. Both were zonked out on the couch at just a little after eight on a Friday night- unheard of under normal circumstances.

She reached nervously for the phone. It still wasn't too late, but this phone call would be the final bridge she couldn't cross back over. Once more she walked over and looked in the mirror. The quick results still amazed her. Janice Kent had, at one time, been quite a looker. Not a "ten" but a solid seven or eight depending on the admirer. That was twenty years ago... the time hadn't been kind to her. Janice knew that her last husband, Cliff had left her due to her fading beauty. There was no doubt in her mind.

Two kids, (Her other child was her daughter Kim, 13) two failed marriages, too much booze and partying, and lately, too much food; had cost her much in the looks department. The thought of having to make it alone without a man (At least a man she felt met her standards.) was frightening to her. Then she met Grace. She still didn't know her last name. They had met at the gym as Janice tried futilely to make thirty pounds fade away. Janice had been jealous at how firm the woman's body was and how incredible her skin looked. They began to talk as all women do, and then Janice was stunned when Grace told her she was 52!

Jan flinched as she heard Grace pick up on the other end.

"Yes?"

"I... it's me."

"So it is."

"It's done."

"I'm 10 minutes away. Please have your garage door open and a space free for me to pull in."

Fifty-two, with a body and skin that any eighteen-year-old would die for. How was that possible? She could be lying, and yet the eyes showed a lot of maturity. Grace told her. No plastic surgery. No hard exercise. In fact she merely came her for the steam room when in town.

It was the formula. Grace smiled as she gave Janice a small sample. The results were swift and amazing. In just 48 hours, Janice lost over 10 pounds. Her breasts, D-cups at this point and sagging badly, actually began to firm up. Some of the wrinkles in her face vanished.

That was one small dose. When Janice called, Grace seemed well aware of what had transpired.

"This stuff is incredible! Where can I get more of it?" She begged.

No store carries it and no amount of money will buy it, Grace had told her.

What then? What would it take? She would sell her soul for the formula!

A car pulled up into her garage. A big, dark sedan. Grace had been driving a sleek Ferrari the other day. Jan waited until there was a knock on the door leading to the carport before she moved to open it.

"About time." The woman said with a perturbed look on her face as she moved into the living room. She carried a large satchel with her. Grace was a tall woman, almost six feet in stockings- and she was wearing an all-black dress, dark stockings, and four-inch heels.

She looked dangerous.

Grace sat down and gently looked over the sleeping boys.

"They're just darling! Perfect! Let's get them to the car."

Jan thought it would take both women to accomplish that, but Grace carried each unconscious boy easily. "Sit in the car. The front. I'll be back in a minute."

When Grace came back out the satchel looked much lighter. "You drive. I'll sit here in the back with our sleeping toys... err, boys."

"What about your daughter?" Grace asked as they pulled away.

"Gone to spend the night at a friends house."

"That's good. Well, say bye-bye to your former life Janice."

About that time, a huge fireball erupted back where Jan's home was. She almost ran the car off the road, but managed to recover.

"What happened...?" She asked.

"It's a shame, but you got a gas leak in your home Janice and it caused a massive explosion."

"You... blew up my home?"

"Yes, and... terrible tragedy... you and both the boys were killed... obliterated actually, by the blast."

"My God..."

"I told you Janice. There's no going back."

Janice was deep in her own thoughts for a while, so it was several minutes before she noticed that Grace was moving around a lot. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw that Grace had bound both boys not only hand and foot, but also around their elbows as well.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure they don't get away. They'll wake up soon."

Jan watched as much as she could while driving as she saw Grace pull out a couple of large leather straps with round rubber knobs on the end.

"What are those for?"

"I'm going to gag them as soon as they start to wake up."

"What? Is that really necessary?"

"Yes. Always. Little boys should been seen and not heard. Besides, it makes them more docile and easier to handle." "I'm afraid they'll choke!"

"No. These are made for new stock... uhh, boys. See? There's a small hole in the front for air."

"Still, a gag seems overly extreme. Let me talk to them and I'll get them to promise not..."

"Janice be quiet or I'll gag you as well! We have our procedures and I'm following them! Turn off here. There's a small airport with a plane waiting for us."

What had she done, Janice thought as she drove on. What sort of hell had she sentenced her son to?