The other three had blonde hair and slightly smaller breasts, but otherwise were nearly identical, except for the color of their wings. “Look,” th... blue-winged one gasped while pointing. His face warmed even more as all four turned to look at the swelling bulge in his damp shorts. A chorus of giggles and purring sounds erupted from them. The purple-winged leader darted toward his crotch and said, “Show us.” “Show you my...” He trailed off as the paralysis that had held him vanished. The blonde. Outside, the street lamps were lighting up as the sun sank below the horizon. The light bounced off of the water fountains, swerving and dancing on the rough surfaces of the stone buildings and streets.“Cheers,” they both said as they clinked their glasses together and drank lightly, savoring the taste of the wine.“So what do you plan on doing now? We have our whole lives ahead of us and we’ve finally settled down,” Adrian asked as he set down his glass.“Well, I was thinking that I could attend. We were on the third floor looking for survivors. The heat was bad but bearable and we had plenty of air in our tanks to breathe. We walked a bit more on three with no signs of people then headed to the fourth floor. The water coming in from outside was finally doing some good against the fire but we still had to be careful. Reports from below were that three had been found still alive and carried out. No fatalities so far. Not bad considering we had four floors burning. But Fate likes to get. "Psychosis" in Stedman's Medical Dictionary, is defined as "a severe mental disorder, with or without organic damage, characterized by derangement of personality and loss of contact with reality and causing deterioration of normal social functioning."The problem with a definition like that is you don't know what "normal social functioning" is when you're still a kid.For a long time I didn't know it was unusual for a mom to do things like write a play about girls at department stores offering.