I’m in heaven. “Oh, and a package was delivered for you, Ms. Smith.” I can’t tell from the packaging what it is, but I have no doubt who it’... from. The brown wrapper reveals nothing. I nod and smile at the older man at the desk and follow the bellman up to my room. Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting here had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel. Earl, even Ted, would have expected her to do something about it. Kirk’ mind, if not his body, was on her problem.“I don’t know what I can do. I feel like killing myself.” She didn’t feel like killing her baby, which was the only other choice.“Well, it might not be so dramatic, but you do have another option.” Kirk didn’t take her suicide ranting seriously; he knew her too well. “You know I’ve had a crush on you for years. You could marry me. It would mean the kid would have two parents.. "We can start researching surgeons thatcan perform a mastectomy. Hopefully there's someone good nearby. Idon't want to leave you with a deformed chest." I found that laststatement somewhat ironic given my current chest. "But in the meantimeBrian, since I have to get back to work, and you'll be home, probablymore so now, we can still go with our original idea and have you feedMelissa." What?" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe it. She gives me women's boobsand still wants me to. It wouldn’t have mattered any way. After boarding in Ms Marjorie’s home for the past 7 months, I had learned that nothing short of an explosion could rouse her from her slumber. And then I saw the tissue box laying on the bed-tray beside me. Five minutes. Done in five. Maybe less, it has been over a week. All the while these things ran through my head, I looked between Ms Marjorie and my rapidly inflating cock. As I reached over to grab a tissue with one hand and myself with the other, I.