" Me too." I bet you are. So now that you are satisfied, what changes?" Um, it opens the door." To what?" To a meeting." That's right."Elaine hesitate.... "I'm scared." Of what?" I don't know." Think about it."Elaine did.Probably her biggest fear was losing control. Not just control over herself, but control over her life. What would be expected of her? Would it be like a detention centre where there were homework demands and grade expectations and lights out times? Would he tell her what to wear. While we were there at the cafe, I studied Missy's face, hair, and body. She had long reddish-brown hair that fell past her shoulders, she had big but firm breasts, and found during our playtimes, that her nipples were quite sensitive as well. She was my ideal kind of woman as far as her body goes, she had meat on her bones. She caught me looking and said to me, “See something you like?” I tried to be cool, but I was caught, and I replied back, “yes, I do, love what I see.” We sat in the cafe a. To clear my had and to gaze at the beatiful sea coast at dawn I had decided do take the long road home. It's just a couple of kilometers longer but the view ist stunning and ususally I could focus on thinking while walking this way. Well, today thinking seems to suck but at least I try to enjoy the solitude. But somehow my mind constantly drifts to how miserable cirdumstances are right now and how unfair the universe seems to be. Is there anything else that could go wrong? How about a mugger or. ’ ‘That I would love to see,’ Sam grinned impishly. ‘So would I,’ she reached over to a sealed container, identical to the one that had held Sam’s precious sweet tea. ‘No, wait, don’t tell me,’ Sam brought her fingers to her head as if in deep concentration, ‘It’s…tea, right?’ Miranda gingerly removed the lid and inhaled, ‘What the–?’ She poured the liquid out into the provided cup. ‘It’s…milk?’ Sam asked puzzled as Miranda took an experimental sip. ‘It’s mageu.’ ‘Okay, and what is it?’ ‘It’s.