Tracing an imaginary line down my chin and down the long line of my neck, he tickled my collar bones and each shoulder. The feather continued it's des...ent down between my breasts. My back arched up to offer him my tits on its own volition. My nipples grew even harder in anticipation as he traced around and around each breast, avoiding each nipple until I thought I would scream. He skipped the feather down my ribs, stroking lightly, tickling me and causing me to laugh and jerk away. Dave. I stood up, took her hand and walked into the main hall where I was greeted with thunder like footsteps rushing down from upstairs."fucking cunt!" a male yelled, naked and bruised slamming a girl on the ground then kicking her. "You like that shit bitch, you like it!"She coughed and gagged, and he spit on her bruised and bloody face. She nodded drenched in tears and he slapped her. He dragged her by the hair and her legs wiggled and he pinned her to the wall, another couple watched for a bit. At 5:45p.m. Robin was just settling into her seat on the bus for the thirty minute ride up to New Town. What a long hard day she thought and dozed off as the bus made its stops on the trip north from the Loop. When the driver yelled next stop Diversey, Robin was roused awake and got off the bus and headed down the street towards her apartment. Although she wasn't normally a drinker, she decided to have a glass of white wine in a cozy bar she had passed hundreds of times but had never entered.. I didn't make it to the full-length mirror as pain in my feet made mecollapse forward onto my hands and knees. Both feet felt like a pair ofmonster hands were massaging them painfully, crushing them. Being on myhands and knees, I couldn't see them. An itching began in my fingers,and I watched mesmerized as the fingernail beds began to change shape andthe fingers seemed to shorten a bit. Suddenly I was reminded of themovie "American Werewolf in London" where the main character transformsinto.