" Don't you feel she had reason to be?" Monique said, turning to him in the seat. "It seems I detect a self-righteous tone in your voice. Or is it one...of wounded pride?" I don't think that is important, Madame DuFour," he answered defensively. "The important thing is not who is right or wrong in this matter, but that we get together and solve it. I've done a lot of foolish things and so has she. We should be about even on that score now." Please call me, Monique," she corrected."All right,. .!” I gasped as I came, pumping what felt like gallons of juice into Lynne’s mouth. She coughed and spluttered then quickly brought her head up so that a couple of spurts shot on to my tummy. I looked up at Lynne who brought her hand to her mouth and then opened it quickly allowing a trail of sperm to dribble down her chin and on to her breasts.“Oops! Sorry about that! I think I’m a bit out of practice!” Lynne muttered as the juice continued to dribble out of her mouth and on to her body. I. I was turned into a baby. Iwould have completely forgotten about who I used to be, until one daywhen I was four, in a bazaar, a slave servant fell on me and weaccidentally kissed. That simple act unlocked all of my memories. You seehe was a prisoner too. It seems like us transformed people areunconsciously attracted to each other. It's something our captors didn'tfactor in when they devised this horrible spell."My face was completely locked. I don't know how many times I gasped insurprise. I. I guess I just might as well ask you since I don’t know who else could tell me,” he said with a sigh. “Just try and be cool about it, okay?”I nodded, then waited patiently for him to continue.“Do you think ... I mean, is there any way I could use what Mr. Underwood has already done to them to get them to do what I want them to do?”“I can’t say without examining one of the girls first, but I doubt it.”“Oh,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment, but then he brightened up and looked up at me.