He saw the professor standing right in the middle of the tent, back to the entrance, with his robe opened and his hands, apparently on his breasts. Am...er asked, "Something wrong, lover?"The professor turned around, his breasts flopping freely. "Oh my god, this isn't a dream, is it?" Of course not, dearie. I'm real. You're real." These are real!" he said, lifting his breasts."Yes, they are. Aren't they wonderful?" Why are you doing this to me? Who are you?" Dearie, what makes you think I'm not. He slipped on a pair of boxers and flopped onto the bed for a nap, not waking until eight the next morning.After a light breakfast, he showered and then called Suzanne Harwood. She made room in her schedule to see him at two that afternoon, so the call was short. Grabbing a can of beer, he turned on the old television he'd taken from Lou's place and spent the time watching game shows."Mr. Flynn, come on back," Suzanne said, recognizing the quiet man waiting for her.Once in her office, she sat. Ty was definitely in love with Willow. Prue leant forward and kissed Vincent’s other cheek, “You’re a very good boy,” she said.The resemblance between the two was striking. If you didn’t know better, you would assume she was his older sister. Ty looked at Prue, “Why? What did he do?”Prue grinned at her cousin, “He promised to help us stay entertained at all these balls we have to go to.”Ty could hear the truth in her statement but felt she had left something out. “For the sake of the Gods,. All of this effort brought rewards to Madison, too. She was getting all the sex she could handle from both me and Natalie. She was one happy young lady of twenty-three, and she showed it as much as possible in as many ways as possible that involved acts of sex and lust.Natalie still had to go to work everyday. She was a major corporate lawyer, who had discovered she had always been a latent lesbian. She still performed her job in an exemplary manner, but now she also was learning to perform as.