I had put Bobby's phone number in my cell phone a few weeks ago when we met. I wanted to be able to contact him back then so I could beg for money for...the Thon. I glanced at my watch and saw it was twenty to ten. I almost stopped dialing until I remembered Bobby lived on the West Coast. It wasn't even seven o'clock where he was.Bobby answered the phone himself. He seemed pleased to talk after I explained what I was looking for. The two of us must have talked for a half hour, discussing ways for. You want to beyour own person."As Marlika and Lexia watched, the form of Phyllis Phelder currentlypossessed by Vincent slowly began altering. Powered by Marlika's newformula, her body was gradually being reshaped in accordance to hisown subconscious wants and desires.At first, Phyllis' light colored hair began darkening. Her hair,already several inches longer than Vincent had ever worn his, beganlengthening. After several minutes had passed, her hair stoppedgrowing, and her dark red locks. They were off to worship Dawn today. Dawn’s day brought good breakfasts that sometimes had meat with— A lurch brought the girl’s steps to a stop and her fingers curled tight around the handle of her bedroom door. Mother? she wondered. Time must have run away from her as an ache in the girl’s outstretched arm snapped her out of wondering where that word had come from. Father too. Never had either been appropriate. She must have had both at one stage but such a time was lost to memory. Instead. "Are you ready, Alya?" "Yes, you can check out how much," she says pointing to her crotch with her eyes then looking back into his. He tells her not yet and that she doesn’t get to feel his touch there… yet. He swings the belt, landing a blow on her right butt cheek over her nightie. She jumps with the slap and moans out loud and biting her lip looking up at him still. He stands just to her side, one hand on her shoulder, swinging the belt, letting it land on alternate sides of her barely.