"Hi, I'm Dan."She extended her hand for a light finger touch and said, "Dan, you're a little late. I almost had to go home with one of these boys." No... too late, really. I've been at the bar enjoying the entertainment before coming over here to rescue you."Now that I was within conversational range, I could see she probably wasn't eighteen, maybe closer to my age. She had the body of an eighteen-year-old, but her face and hands told a different story."Did you enjoy it? The entertainment, I. She was nervous, close to shaking when she entered the treatment room, sitting across from a large beefy man suffering from severe depression.“All right,” Phil nudged her, speaking in her ear, “everyone’s waiting.”Meg swallowed, looking above the man’s eyes.“Sisko!”Phil groaned. “Uh ... that’s not the proper term.”“Silko?”“The word is Silsk, which you know. Keep calm. Whatever else, you’ve gotten their attention, they’re all staring at you, only more curious than surprised. They’re opening. I was sick with a bloodthirst. No matter how much I fed for a week I needed more. This final change I grew an additional foot. I was a little over eight feet as you measure height. Sixteen foot black feathered wings sprouted from my back. I had finally become an adult. Lilah did not like my metamorphosis. She grew to dislike me, and often would throw temper tantrums about my actions. At times I realized how immature she truly was. She was still that same girl whom I had turned after laying her. Phir 9.30ko muje kuch awaz ayi or mai uth gaya door halka open tha muje samne mom dikhi or mai unhe dekhta reh gaya mom sirf or sirf apni bra panty me thi unka body bht goora hai humare gharme sab goore hi hai unko dekh k phale muje bht gussa aya . Phir maine socha chodo unki bhi life hai . Phir door bell baji or bahar dudh wala tha muje laga abh mom ake nighty phenegi but vho ayse hi door k pass gyi or kholke sirf apna mhu bahar krke kaha de do vho bhaiya mom ka pura khula hath dekh kuch socha.