Compared to Manuel, he felt overweight and clumsy."I need to look younger."Manuel nodded, watching as Mr. Smith removed from his pocket a large envelope. He took out a thin folded piece of paper."Let me start with the liposuction. I want you to remove the excess fat from my stomach, armpits, and chest area, and I want my buttocks lifted, so they are tighter and stronger. I'll leave it up to you whether implants are required."Manuel nodded. That part of the procedure was simple."I will also want my hands looked at, get rid of the age spots, get my fingerprints lasered."Manuel nodded and then leaned forward to pick up his clipboard again. He turned over the top page and started jotting down notes."How tall are you?" he asked."Six feet three and a half.""Your weight?""Nineteen and a half stone."Manuel tapped the silver pen against his perfect teeth as he calculated what the weight was in kilos. Mr. Smith watched him, struck again by his handsomeness. He wondered if he was homosexual. Manuel wore no wedding ring, no jewelry of any kind, not even a wristwatch, and he seemed to remain cool, not perspiring at all in the oppressive heat."You want me to continue?""Yes.""Right. I want a new face. Nose, cheek implants, maybe even a little chin enhancement, and I want the mole on my right cheek removed."Manuel looked up and stared hard as Mr. Smith concentrated on the notepaper. He could see there were some drawings on it. Mr. Smith was showing his age. His gray hair was worn in a thinning ponytail. He had a hooked nose. His face had slight jowls and was heavily lined, as if he had spent many years in the sun. His lips were thin and his teeth stained yellowish from smoking. His eyes were dark brown and lined at the corners with hooded lids. Yet he was still what one would describe as handsome—or had been at one time."May I see that?" Manuel asked, with his hand outstretched.Mr.