He wanted to get under my bikini alright, but not in a wayI expected.Always the kinky one he asked me to wish he was my pussy. Weird yes,but I found ...t strangely erotic as well. And by me wishing it, he wasensured to be back to himself by morning. So I did just that."Frederick, I wish Phillip was my pussy." And Phillip vanished; therewas just a sudden splash in the hot tub where water rushed to fill thevoid where Phillip sat only a moment ago."Oh this is awesome!" Phillip said. Okay, he. For the next two years he learned everything he could about the construction of homes. He spent as much time asking questions as he did hauling lumber, cement and construction debris.“He lived frugally, saving his money in hopes of starting his own company. He also went to night school, getting an associate’s degree in business management. The first year after going out on his own he bought two lots and put up two starter homes. A year later he bought a small tract of land and built twelve. "The fuck is this, perfume? You're an even bigger pussy than I thought,butterfingers." Steve said, picking up and looking at the sphere. Hesnorted."Give that back," Jack said. "And it's not perfume. I need it forsomething else."Steve looked up from the potion and at Jack. "I don't know what the fuckelse comes in a little yellow bottle other than perfume. I canpractically smell the shit. Tell you what, since I'm such a good friend,I'll help you put it on." Steve raised the bottle and pointed. .. Tess, I have to get to work." He felt like he had said those words a hundred times in the last two days."Oh, all right," Tess said begrudgingly.Mac shook his head and went upstairs to the equipment room again. It was now filled with wires and computer terminals. He checked all the equipment to make sure it was working properly and then went to his room. He put on his jogging shorts, sleeveless shirt, running shoes, his holster and pistol and went out for an afternoon jog. It gave him a.