I mean give them to me permanently. I will give you the formula and you can leave now.”“Do it!” screamed Diablo in my head and my mouth opened b...t no sound was emitted. I was sweating profusely now, with the dry desert air evaporating it immediately, leaving my skin prickly. The war was being waged in my head for control, control of me, and through me, of my kittens. I felt slightly nauseous and my knees were weak.I saw the faces of my three women: two kittens programmed to obey, and one slave,. " That's OK," I said not wanting to get that intimate with her."Come in; I want to see you. I am covered up, so don't be shy."Timidly, I opened the door and stepped inside the steam-filled room.Megan's head was all that was sticking out of the thick layer of bubbles."Feeling better?" I said watching her soaking in the hot water,completely relaxed."Night and day. A good hot bath works miracles on the female body. Say,you can't see anything with those eyes of yours can you?" No, it doesn't. If you listen long enough and count the number of songs that you hear, you can tell what time it is or how much time has elapsed. Just multiply the number of songs by 3. I, also, had a popularity problem. I, also, did not achieve the goals that I strove for. Here I was, a full blooded, full hormoned teenager and all the girls that I met or went out with were interested in my brain, my personality, but not, to my chagrin, not my body. There we were at camp. There were three more significant. When we leveled off at our cruising altitude, Kara whispered, “Do you know we are almost ten miles up? Ever heard of the Mile High Club?” “Are you a member?” I asked, never surprised from anything Kara said. “Only the Half Mile Club,” she said regrettably. “What the heck is that?” I asked. “Trying to join the club on a full Delta flight to Disney World isn’t easy Abbey,” Kara sighed. “A hand job to the guy in the center seat as he fingered me was the best I could do. Especially with some old.