But don't worry, you'll be that D cup you've finished growing." "Am I done yet?" Yolanda wondered. "Just about done for now. You're going to stop as a...16 year old." "How come?" "You are full of questions, beautiful one! But I suppose that's to be expected. Let me tell you about your old life, and your new one... and give me a couple of minutes before any more questions, please?" The girl nodded silently. "First, there's the matter of Troy. As of this moment, he no longer exists, and in fact. Neil and Omkar had already ordered food and beer at the farm house. We were sitting in the lawn when Neil pointed out that our party fund was depleting and we needed to generate money so that we could party harder. I proposed an innovative way to generate funds. We decided that each of us would perform to the tunes of desi music and the audience would hurl money on the performer to appreciate the performance (like in a dance bar).The whole money will go to the party fund. Neil, the bastard that. Like owning a hovering gleaming of raw energy, I couldn’t only use the light or feel the warmth myself. No matter what happened, I’d always own it. Benevolence seemed the only option. But make no mistake; I had cruelty in mind as well. Give them a little. Make them know what they are missing. What I have that they’ll never own because only I can own it. Only I will ever own it.We sipped wine after dinner, banal conversation continuing. Steered away from politics (she hated Trumpian semen inside. Lets get those roofs checked out and started."By the end of the next day Sylvia had arranged the roofing material and the crew to nail it on. "Maxine, we caught a real break," she said to me after she and her roofing crew had inspected the roofs."How so?" I asked."When old Mr Hart closed the houses after the mill closed, he had new roofs put on because he knew it would be a while before he could reopen. Those roofs have been on a while and look like shit. but they are still holding. There is no.