I am not going to call him Phil, or Phillip or Mr. Marriot. His name is Phillip Marriot. That is what Shirley Jackson would have called him if he was ...hosen in the Lottery. And to think an entire town would have benefited." Okay what happened when you met him?" Well I impressed upon him that I was of the opinion that he had committed a terrible wrong. And would have to deal with me to discuss his transgression." You threatened him?" Never. I simply told him a couple stories. I never once laid a. I pulled the plunger out and myblood mixed in with the glowing fluid. The spot where I poked myself felta little warm. So I laid back in bed to see what would happen next. I felta tingle in my butt and it trickled down to my feet. I was looking down onmy legs and I noticed that they were streching out. I could see my kneestwitching and my legs thickening. I felt like I was getting longer! Iwasn't a very tall person, and I was a little self conscious about it. Butas I wiggled my now smaller. Itne mein shobha ek zor se cheekh marti hui zhar gayi aur uski choot se bahut juice nikla jo mein sara pi gaya. Wow! Kya tasty juice tha, meine shobha ki choot ko lick karna zari rakha aur takriban aadha ghanta uski choot ko achi tarah ye chata mera sara face uske juice se bhar gaya tha. Shobha ne mere ko khara kiya aur boli chalo bed room mein chalte hein. Shobha ne bedroom mein jaate hi wrap around uttar fenka aur apna top bhi uttar diya..mein to jaise shobha ki body dekh kar madhosh hi ho. He was surprised when his father asked him to drive to the heights, a steep ridge which looked down across the city. The view encompassed the retirement village, what had once been Belloni Dairy. It was speckled with houses, splotches resembling gull crap on the wooded green slopes of the ridge. Michael was parked at the peak where the view was best. The leaves were changing, providing a vista of reds, oranges, browns, and yellows for their enjoyment. Len declared "Fall was always my favorite.