"Just one," he made clear. So, he leaned forward, and his lips came to mine for about two seconds. "Well, thank you," I told him. "Your welcome, truth...or dare?" he asked. "Truth," I replied. "Do you have a crush on me?" he wanted to know. A guilty smile entered his vision, as my head went down, and his answer jumped out. As he smiled, my perception leaped to me flattering him. As he couldn't help himself, the smile never faded. Tiffany had blabbered before, that her dad made the transformation. After dinner we had coffee and Grand Marnier, which I bought especially for her because she loved it. She appeared to be in a subdued mood when we moved to the bedroom. She came to bed wearing matching bra and panties, blood red satin with black lace trim. When I kissed her she melted in my arms, opening her mouth eagerly. I immediately noticed how soft and yielding she was under my touch. My hard-assed little street urchin was suddenly acting like a real woman. I was enthralled, surprised but. 15 days went by with no sufficient improvement. The one-day she went to the super market a little away and I did follow her. I bought a few things and lurked around. She was loaded and I was damn sure she could not carry them all to her place. When she billed, I asked her if she needed any help, she declined though with a smile this time around. I knew I had my first win, I persisted, I insisted and it was difficult for her all the rice and everything else. She finally agreed. I kick started my. “I’m sure two squads of marines will be sufficient,” Tumult said dismissively. “The procedure itself is quite straightforward. It should take me no more than twenty minutes to install the device and, once that is done, no more than two minutes for the medic to install the cartridge.” He looked them over. “Which of you will be joining me on the mission?”“Uh ... well, we haven’t actually made that decision quite yet,” Weasel told him.“You haven’t?” Tumult said, without surprise in his voice. “Is.