Since it was fifteen minutes to 8:00 anyway, Bretdecided to just continue on and when 8:00 comes, he'll see whathappens.Then Bret got some clothes on....He had on a black shirt over awhite t-shirt, jeans with boxers underneath, and socks and shoes.He was ready to go at 7:59. As he started to leave the clockstruck 8:00 and he stood still while unable to move. His fingers,arms, and legs slimmed while the nails on the fingers grew out1/4 inch past the end of the fingers and the toenails rounded. A few days after Karen voiced her frustration she came to bed excited. “I think I am making progress with Bobby.”Bill’s curiosity instantly peeked, “What makes you think that?”“He asked for help with his homework like he always does when he wants to look down my blouse. I sat in the chair next to him leaning over giving him a good look. Honey, he touched himself.”“What did you do?” Bill’s hand went instinctively into his underwear and grabbed his cock to stroke it.“I unbuttoned another button. "Shit," I swore as I kicked over a tin can. "Let's go back to the ship and have a think."I had set the 299 down in front of the buildings, so we didn't have to walk too far. The scans from orbit had shown they were empty.I punched up a mug of coffee. I sipped the hot brew, while I mulled over a few things."Right," I said putting down my now empty mug. "There are three possible scenarios, here." Three?" queried Candy."Yeah," agreed Lila. "Number one, is our late but unlamented Pirates have been. Lounging on a flat, broad rock set low to the ground was a small group, no more than five, of Sanguis lizards. The large reptiles gathered on the flat stone, drawn to the warmth of the rock baking out in the sun. The Sanguis were so named for their blood-red scales and eyes. They were as long as a large dog, with short, blunt heads and long, curling tails. They were wide and flat and slinked with their bellies low to the ground, and their claws were long and hooked and strong, perfect for.