She was just rambling on man. FUCK OFF! I told her. And you know what happens next right.The cunt started CRYING!!It's these fucking limp dicks, these...wimpy faggot boyfriends and daddy's who teach these bitches that if they beg or cry, they get their way. HELL NO!! I could tell she was horny as hell. I could smell her soaking wet, slimy cunt right there in front of my door. Well, pushed the bitch away and slammed the door in her face. See how much she is willing to degrade herself to get ripped. "I closed my eyes and did as she instructed."Now, keep that image in mind and focus on your tits. Feel the energysurging underneath their surface." I felt the energy surging there. Itwas like two small suns pulsing in my chest. "Now imagine the energyflowing into the image of your changed clothes. Let the energy make theimage real."When I did this, I felt about to burst with power. The image of myclothing that I held in my mind had a strange reality that made it morereal than my own. .. and we knew Danielle was going to be leaving the island and going home too, eventually. It was just a matter of when.Thinking of these things occupied my mind on the way back to the bungalow my girls and I shared. On the other hand, none of the problems needed an immediate solution; we had plenty of time.I grinned. The problem du jour this week was a renewed campaign by my daughters. They wanted tattoos, just like all the girls back in the real world. Just small ones, they said, like the one. It was smooth and silky feeling on the outside but sort of rough on the inside. I looked at the tag on the inside that said “Skippies by Formfit”. “I have to research this,” I thought.It was funny that while inspecting this girdle the metal garters sort of clinked together like a wind chime. I knew the garters were to hold up stockings and on close inspection I could see that the garters could come off the little tabs. I refolded the girdle and placed it back exactly as it had been. I loved.