.. this is it..." you think. The pleasure returns as it continues to shrink out of existence. "No,wait..." you can still feel it, but it's not much t... hold onto. She justcontinues to suck. You feel like you're about to come. Your ballsstart to tighten against your body, until, with each of her motions,they can no longer hold out, and pop inside your body. It feels soincredibly good, but strange as they squirm upwards to become yourovaries.Your scrotum begins to thicken and split up the. What did I say?My voice was loud and brazen now I was in her body. Her vulgar turn ofphrase had become mine too. Did this mean I had inherited her tastesand needs too?I had never been a drinker. A glass of wine at the occasional Sundaylunch was my limit. Now I suddenly felt desperate. I was wired and edgy- I couldn't relax - and I knew a shot or two of Bacardi would help tocalm me down. That and a fag or two."Fuck me. I'm a smoker and an alkie!"I stood up.There was a mirror without a frame. Water could be a very protective force in certain circumstances. A river could be a wall between predator and prey. The surface of a lake could be the barrier between predator and prey. She’d have to ask to find out, and after tonight, she was afraid to ask Flow anything.Together, Flow and Avery had helped each other survive, and forged a friendship. That friendship was how Flow became her totem spirit, instead of a deal struck or forced enslavement. Flow was too powerful to be forced to do. The day started out well. They got off to an early start and the weather was fine after the previous day’s rain. However, the trail was muddy and deeply rutted, and they struggled throughout the day. They freed the wagon from one mud hole only to get mired in the next. Progress was achingly slow, and Liam and Gerald took turns lending assistance to each other as they plodded along. Several times they had to use all the extra oxen to pull the wagons out of the muck. By evening, they had only.