Mary looked over ather father unsure of what was going. Bruce was breathing heavily andbarely able to stay on his knees, his face was contorted in fea... andpain.Mary couldn't believe what she was seeing, her dad was slowly shrinkinghis arms and legs withdrawing into his body. Soon his arms and legswere gone and he was squirming on the floor in a blind panic."Oh god!" he screamed. "What the hell is happening to me?" he criedtrying desperately to make sense of what was going on.Serena slowly. ?You wouldlike your dress buttons to be down the front of your dress, isn?t thatwhat you said??He nodded, drinking her words, oblivious to the women around him withtheir blouses rustling, their skirts upturned and their fingersfondling their wet panties.?I want you to feel lovely with your dress buttons, Mr Johnson, and...I saw how fervently you wanted to kiss the collar of Miss Forceman?sblouse and... I wondered if you would like to kiss one of these littledresses?It was as though he was in. Why did I want to fuck her? Was it because she was a woman, representing all of that precious gender, and like any man I wanted any woman hot, twisting and gasping under me? Was it because she was a woman special to me, a woman who played a large part in my life, a part I wished to expand by the most intimate of sharing? Was it Oedipus, leaping from my psyche to take that which was my father’s most treasured possession? For me, that sword had still another side since my Mother was the wife of. I just didn’t revise. My fault.’ That night Connie burrowed into my chest wanting cuddles. ‘I’m afraid,’ she said, quite plaintively, stroking my chest. She gazed into my eyes and she was right, she was frightened. ‘Connie,’ I assured her quietly, ‘You are highly intelligent. You handled all your coursework well and you weren’t even trying the last time. You only fell at the exams. This time you’ve got a strong incentive to succeed, and after last time and what followed you’ll make sure history.