"Have a nice night Miss."This is the part I remember the most vividly. My mom seemed to losebalance and steadied herself on the car. As this happened ... caught thelook of utter horror on the cab drivers face as if he'd seen the worstthing happen. With an unfamiliar hand my mom dug the money out for the cabfare and handed it to the driver."Thank you for the ride. It was a pleasure while it lasted."As she uttered those words, a look of triumph and what only one coulddescribe as sadism crossed her. I knew exactly where I would go. I walked over to the shower block. I could hear running water inside and male voices. Ignoring the “Men only” sign on the door I confidently walked inside. The shower block was a fairly large rectangular building with open plan showers down one wall, sinks down the other and a doorway through to a toilet area at the end. There were 3 men having showers when I walked in. They noticed me straight away, and immediately made to cover themselves up obviously shocked. The feathers were extremely soft, and Walter just sank through them. It only took him several minutes to get himself half buried in the feathers and comfortable, and only another minute before he went to sleep. Walter's sleep was fitful, filled with strange dreams. Images ofhis car smashing into the tree continued to flash through his dreams, as well as nightmares of himself being badly injured. But stranger than the dreams of his own crash, were the dreams of aliens. Some of them looked. "Wow. I can feel it. It's getting bigger already!" Until that moment the thirteen-year-old girl had not really expected anything to happen. Now, as the cylinder of flesh swelled and hardened until her little hand could no longer encompass its stout dimensions, her belly churned with apprehension. She glanced down at her lap and her plump, almost hairless twat and shuddered. Could she take that mammoth fleshpole inside her? She mentally compared its length and breadth with her own modest-sized.