.yes!" I'm glad for you honey. Let's go out on the patio and have some tea.The sun is out, it's too nice a day to stay inside." But..." You said that ...ou wanted to be a girl, and I helped you look like one,and really, you do. Girls don't stay in the house all the time dear, soI insist that you join me for some tea. You'll be perfectly safe. Maybewe can do your nails out there."Mom opened the door and stepped out, waiting for me to join her. I tookmy first ever step outside of my room, wearing a. She is nothing more than a prize animal; domesticated stock reared for only one purpose. After the storm of orgasm has washed over her, thrown her body out of kilter, when she settles again, I study her eyes, try to see the person she might be — even become. But there is an absence there, her pretty features almost vacant. She offers me a long-practised smile, raises her right arm and places her wrist to her lips. Two tiny, sharp canines puncture her radial artery, and a crimson spate flows. "What the hell. Let's roll another joint and I'll show it to you." Just call me Magic Fingers." Jim said with a grin. He ran his left hand back through his hair and came up with a joint. "Da DA!" Super." Jeanie said. Jim picked up a lighter and fired it up. They passed it around and then Marilyn went and got out the cam corder. She opened up the oak cabinet with the audio video equipment in it and connected the cables, taking a hit when it came around to her.She pulled the blinds in the living. . that we need to keep their supply chains active." So ... what...", I replied, thinking aloud, "a bloody great artic turns up every few hours and unloads onto a bomb site. Unloads ... oh, you know, crates of 5 000 cans of beans, 2000 nappies, that sort of thing. That's a recipe for either chaos or – more likely – a riot. And possibly starvation, given the stranglehold the buggers have at the moment." Well, yes, that could be one outcome. Or, of course, you could get a little more organised –.