I had more time to notice other people around me. Therewere several ladies with slim waists and generous busts. I wonderedwhether they were all real w...men, or whether some of them had cocks intheir knickers like I did. I also noticed that several men admired mybust and legs. Probably they were watching my bottom wobble as well!Back home I put my new purchases away and got on with a few householdchores. There was no doubt that the waspie restricted my movements, butit definitely felt as if I had. I reached over to touch it, but denied myself the pleasure. I went back to my room and fell asleep.Amber had come back from Idaho and was living with Grandma Caroline, my step-dad’s mother. The four of us, Jason, Jacqui, Amber, and I, were in my bedroom playing “Guitar Hero 3” on my Wii. Jason was rocking out with the song “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N Roses while Amber was playing with his hair. Jacqui was lying on the floor and said, “I want someone to play with my hair.” She debated. She heard a voices in the street below the sounds of the last few workers calling their good nights and heading home, locking up the front doors and stepping out on their way.The lights stayed on, as they often did in the city, but by now the place ought to be empty, so she rose slowly from her crouching position and stretched, relieving the stiffness that had taken hold in her limbs after so long in the same position. She turned her gaze skywards again as she worked out the aches, basking in. I managed to free my gear from beneath the body of Goliath and cried myself to sleep huddled under my blanket. Though I hated the idea, I supposed I would have to leave with no marker laid of what had transpired at this tragic place.I woke at dawn, for once without urging. I remembered a moment later that those who would normally have woken me or been surprised at my early rising were no more, and I all at once dreaded the lonely days to come.I glanced up to where Quinlan lay and was shocked to.