When she was down to just her panties she knelt down and pulled this guys pants open and fished out a monster, thing must have been twelve or thirteen...inches long."Good gosh, is that thing real" Debbie blurted out.Now I would like to say that mine was that big, or heck just big but I have a normal 6 1/2 inches. It is wider than most I have seen, kind of tapers down from a thick base to the tip. It seems to have pleased the few women I have been with pretty well and it sure pleases the hell out. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It was just plain hard chatting up a woman you'd just met, and getting to know her better was such a hassle. Man, if he only had that damn token... It was sitting in the dirty display window of the rundown curios shop. Just an old brass New York City subway token. Pretty beat-up looking, too, with spots of corrosion and green crud. No, it couldn't be that token, not hardly, but still, it was a token. Dave paid the buck fifty. As she tugged the mask down, it startedto reshape into a second facial skin. She kept nudging the surface ofthe mask with her dainty fingers until it finally rested perfectly onher face. Next, she smoothed her new brunette hair and with one swiftmotion, letting the hair fell to her shoulder.Gone was the adult face of twenty-four year old Teri Sampson, replacedby a fresher visage of a sixteen-year old girl with sparkling eyes. Shelooked like a cover girl who adorned the cover of teen. “Let’s hope there’s not much left by the time they get there.”“It was technically abandoned,” she replied. “I’m sure they will just secure it, contain the flames and make sure it doesn’t spread.”“Amber,” he spun to face her. His voice was inquisitive, almost child-like. “What was all that? When I found Cara she was old, like really old, and now she’s not.” He was shaking his head, as if his mind was skeptical about even asking the questions. “And the message on my phone telling me where and how.