Comments are welcome and can be addressed to the author via the CONTACT tab on my profile. —- Our nameless protagonist does not know how his power w...rks other than it appears to be genetic and kicks in around puberty. He has had this power for a while now and through his investigations (aided by many who of course do not remember lending their expertise) he has some understanding of how it works but not why. Our protagonist’s abilities: – allow control of a subject’s motor functions, both. Carrie was a little thick. Not fat, just all proportioned, and very curvy. Our group of friends hung out at my house because we had a family room downstairs (built in basement), and a living room upstairs. My family stayed downstairs except to come upstairs to go to bed. My bedroom was downstairs, and the rest of the family had bedroom’s upstairs. That is why everyone came to my house. I had the upstairs (living room, Dining Room, and Kitchen) to myself and guests. I had a great audio. Now all we could do was wait for the appropriate time to pass and then confront James, her fiancé, with the result of "their" lovemaking. I had second and third thoughts about the scheme when I heard her talk about getting her fiancé 'in trouble'. Could I live with the thought of Nina in another man's arms? Of her being his wife? I didn't have to think about this for long, the answer was 'no'."Darling?" I asked a little haltingly."Mhm," she said without looking up from the. "So, I'm sorry," I interrupted her. "But in the interest of being open and honest here, are you serious?" About what?" About thinking that your, that your..." Boobs," she giggled."All right, that your boobs are anything less than perfect? I mean, what, you don't have any mirrors in your house?"She giggled again."Well, they used to be perkier, you know, like her-her-hers, and Tad used to like to-to-to..."I saw her through the next crying session, having armed myself while I was upstairs with a.