”It was a little over an hour later when Miles pulled up at the Striker’s house. He went up to the door rang the bell and Mrs. Striker a tiny 5�...2” woman with short brown hair that was cut just below her ears and whose weight about 180 lbs answered the door, “Hey is Amy ready to go, Paula?”Paula even though she was pleasantly plump looked like she went through the wringer having twelve or so thirteen-year-old girls over for a slumber party, “Amy should be ready ~ hold on a sec.” Paula opened. “Get that thing into the Victrix,” he snarled. His ship waited for him. The sphere closed around him with a thought and he reclined in the darkness, feeling the interior shift to his body. His hands grabbed at his helmet, and the urge to rip it off became overpowering. His fingers fumbled, questing for the latches, the catches. And for just a few seconds, they refused to give. His fingers strained and he felt his claws, his real claws, coming out, pressing against the inside of the gloves. The. “Aaaaaaccchhhh!” was followed by a spitting noise.I turned on the light and there kneeled Erin with a horrible look on her face.“Sweetie! The last thing Blossom and I did last night was anal.”Erin stood and rushed to the sink to brush her teeth and rinse with mouthwash as I rose and came behind her pressing my body against hers.“I said don’t.”“I know, but I thought I was only dealing with a little pee. I’ve tasted your pee before.”“Nope, wasn’t pee.”“I know that now.”She tried to speak with a. Natalie had previously explainedto me that, when she starting dating Phil, she'd told her parents that hehad a little brother, but later informed them that she'd made a mistakebecause of my nickname, Sandy. When she actually met me, she told them,she found out I wasn't a boy after all. Lucky for me, she could fib atleast as well as I could. But I was still on edge!Natalie had made her appointment at the bridal salon for ten, when theshop opened for the day. This way, she reasoned, the staff.