" "A what?" "You know, African-American. Black. Dark skinned." "Ah," said Abir. "Yes. Nubian. Easily done. I can fill in the restof the small...details unless there is something else, O Master." "No, I think that's all. I wish to become the woman we talkedabout." "Wish granted," said Abir with a smile. Terry shook slightly and he closed his eyes. He felt dizzy for amoment, then he felt different. He opened his eyes, aware of a thousandnew sensations all at once. The weight of. In another two weeks I was ready for another weigh-in, to see if I qualified for the first level. Six pounds. I qualified. We gently kissed. I wanted nothing more than just to kiss her. It went on for a long time. How long I had no idea, although my penis was getting the idea. I started to get dressed."Wait" she said, "Let's see if you qualify for a bonus, to go with that boner."I blew, into the breathing machine."Wow. That was good work to qualify for a bonus so fast". Later I found out that I. It took me less than 15 seconds to get the text message open and inthose seconds I received another. I opened the first picture and my wishwas granted. There was a picture of Jimmy, a long, all white MarlboroLight 100 dangling from his pouty lips. I could barely see his bump buthad no problem seeing the dangling curls surrounding his face. His eyeswere focused on the end of the cigarette, he held a lit lighter to thetip. His cheeks were hollowed inward, the cherry burned bright, I couldtell he. My heart pumped. Was my little girl really doing what I thought she was doing? "A-Aimee, what—"She lifted her face and stared at me as she got my belt undone and started pulling on the button. Her face was slack, eyes glazed over and eyes so heavy they were barely open. She was blitzed, so completely drunk that she apparently thought she was somewhere else and with someone else."I sa' I'll do'it," she repeated. "Sheez, Zhimmy... 'kay'o'kay, sheez..."She thinks she's with Jimmy, I thought..