However once in the bottom of the watercourse, Junior turned and headed upstream, a trickle of water in the rocky bottom the only clue that this could...become a roaring river. A slight bend hid the first and most formidable obstacle, a sharp bend to the left."Ok, here's where the fun starts," Junior said. Having Cole get behind the wheel of the truck, he guided the man slowly around the curve until he could see where the side of the trailer was going to hit. Grabbing a shovel he began digging,. The pain was travelling throughout his body. He looked at his fingers,where the pain was beginning to start. He watched as they grew moreslender and the nails grew longer."What the fuck is happening?!" he cried. "Arrrrghhhhh!"He felt a searing pain in his groin and grabbed his privates only tofind them retreating inside him."NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in blind panic.He raced over to a mirror and saw that his hair was now getting longer,his face softening, his lips getting fuller.. There's nothing anyone can do for the dead, but you've still got options. If you're willing to tell me the problem, maybe between the two of us, we can come up with a solution." The problem, is the problem. If I tell you, you might hate me, like she does, and I can't afford to lose a friend, right after I lose a wife." Look; I promise you, no matter what it is, I won't hate you; or think less of you. I've known you for years, and I think I know you pretty well." 'Okay'! I'll trust you on that.. ’ ‘Well, I’m getting used to the idea,’ Melissa stated, not liking how easily Cynthia could picture her as a frightened waif. ‘Believe me, I’m envious,’ her friend said. ‘I’d love to meet Trevor Trent. He seems like a real sweety pie.’ ‘Maybe you will sometime. If I don’t make a complete idiot of myself.’ ‘You’ll do fine,’ Cynthia said soothingly. ‘You’re quite capable of holding your own with anyone.’ A masculine voice shouted something in the background. ‘Did you hear? Walter agrees with me.’.