QUICK CUTS: Tinfoil crinkles, powder sprinkles, lighter flicks, smoke drifts, straw sucks, a pleasure sigh...
Once again, Marion looks in the mirror.
Now she looks alive and glorious. Rays of golden light encase her body in a gentle glow.
She cups her hands under her breasts and smiles as she turns and poses, admiring their size and firmness.
'Not bad,' she thinks.
Like Harry said : " You know something? I've always thought you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. ".