I know I've got a long way to go. But my childhood... ended... amonth ago. On my way home from school..."We were all silent for a moment, and then som...thing occurred to me."Daddy, is this going to hurt your business?" I don't know. I hope not..." He forced a smile. "...but I've been making toomuch money anyway." Another silence. "When did you start calling me 'Daddy'?" It just seems to fit. You don't mind, do you?" No, I've just got to get used to it." He laughed ruefully. "I guess there'sa lot. — ‘I can’t believe that Dad’s invited her. He knows that I don’t want her here,’ Anna fumed as she inspected the delicate fabric that was to become my dress for her wedding. I held my breath as Bina, the seamstress, made dozens of straight pins disappear in the rose colored fabric that clung to my body. ‘You’re bigger than before,’ she eyed my bosom, motioning with her hands. ‘Only a little,’ I smirked, looking down at my meager breasts. ‘She’s getting to be too big in the bottom,’ Anna. Standing up in nothing but her bra and her underwear, Gemma strutted over to the set of drawers. She pulled the big oak top drawer out and fetched her big black dildo. It was sized at twelve inches. A foot long. It was one of her favorite toys to keep herself going. ‘It’s not a man… But it will do…’ Gemma though to herself as she sat back on the bed. Pulling herself to the middle of the bed, she lay on her back and spread her legs. Her hand ran from her stomach up to her left breast. While it. ..something blobbly and glowing. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl." Carl?" you say questioningly,.