Same thing. More messages, same theme. Reading the story was transforming people. I wanted to laugh aloud at the folly of such messages - except that ...omething HAD happened to me. This wasn't some kind of hoax. It was real.Finally, I came to a message from Mom. Dear Mindy. She was trying to warn her family against reading Story 2000 - it was a real magic virus story, which was transforming her readers into their secret fantasies.I sat back. Okay, that seemed to make sense. I'd admired Traci. .. all the girls laughed.I slapped her on the bottom quite softly and she moaned then said if I was going to do that then at least make it a decent slap, I slapped her again, this time harder and leaving a red hand print on her bottom and she laughed, “harder” I said... I slapped again this time so hard my hand stinged and her bottom went brighter red, I was scared I had got it wrong and hit too hard and all she said was “yeah that’s good again” again I spanked her and each time I did she. Her case was sadder: Her mother had to drop out when she turned up pregnant in her sophomore year! Naturally, the boy was not permitted to marry, not that he wanted to, but Trina's mother got her GED even before her class ever graduated!So, with this in common, Trina and I began what could only be described as a romance. I mean, I didn't even go up her shirt until our passionate kissing led to it, circa our fourth date.And I wasn't the aggressor, here! I KNOW she got a handful of my bulging. Morales hoped those sounds would never be directed at him.After a couple of minutes of roaring and shredding tree bark, the saber-tooth made one last pass with his claws before hiking his leg and pissing on the tree. With a spewing hiss, he disappeared from view. It took a moment for the rancid smell of the urine to reach Morales. "Ah, shit," he grumbled, then louder, "Piss somewhere else, Asshole."When there had been no movement from below for a time, Morales again sat with his back against.