I stood and hugged her. So did Charlie. She looked at me and apologized for being late. (WHAT??)“Cheryl, you’re not ... Never mind. How was work t...day?” She told us it was busy, but that was always good as long as the kitchen kept up. Tips were nice for a lunch shift.This was a very haggard, as in tired looking, beautiful, amazingly attractive blonde woman. Beautiful hair, legs longer than mine. She was probably five-six, about two inches taller than me. I’m not sure yet, but I need to ask. If she hadn't had a baby, her body would have been nearly perfect back then.But Angel's body no longer bore the traces of childbirth. Cosmetic surgery techniques and things like microdermabrasion had erased any trace of her stretch marks. Starvation went a long way toward keeping her from getting any new stretch marks. Any ounce of fat on her body was simply not tolerated. She had been forced to exercise in Ethan's gym daily, but not become buff or muscular. A personal trainer saw to her. Taking me into his arms, he kissed my forehead. "Relax, Sweets. Things are okay." But he looked so awful." About as awful as I probably looked when I saw Rosie naked one time."Rosie was his older sister. She was a senior in college."So you don't think there's been any permanent brain damage?"Laughing, he brushed his lips against mine. "I don't think there's been brain damage of any kind, you pea goose. Now, get your clothes on while I fix his milk and Pepsi."Five minutes later, he handed me. Tammet stepped from the small clearing, closer to the nymphs and dryads that stood in the taller grass on the edge of the pond. The nymphs were beautiful women, like the dryads, though less full of breast, and their skin and hair more fair, like their goddess’. Each nymph came forward and knelt before the impaled queen. They lifted her legs up and took a full lap with broad tongue, from the base of Tammets dripping balls, up and over the full thick bulge of Verenestras cunt. They would then.