Except suing my aunt would be like trying to squeeze blood from a turnip.No, the real issue here was Aunt Margie. The poor woman was obviously ill! Sh...t, she was possessed! What could have pushed her to the point that she, or rather her mind, had to create a Dagmar to begin with? This is where I was out of my element. Milton was going to have to provide the answers to those questions.After a second Heineken, something I rarely indulge in, I crawled into bed, tossing and turning through the. Too bright to see past its light but not enough to properly reveal the archway behind which Eldrian hid. With a deep breath, he peered around the corner. There she stood, lantern hanging low at her side. Eyes fixed on the archway. Eyes… closed? Yes, they were. At last Eldrian saw the way she had become cradled where the passage met a corner and continued to the left. Asleep on duty. Eldrian shuddered and breathed. His heart still skittered but he couldn’t linger. The rest of the tower. Armisen’s giant foot. “How’s your ankle doing?” he asked. Armisen shook his head. “Hurts like a bitch.” Carson smiled. “Lemme fix that.” He stuck out his tongue, dripping wet, and licked the giant from heel to toe. The man leaned back and groaned, his body rolling, his toes wiggling with pleasure. Carson delivered sloppy wet kisses along his ankle, swollen and purple. Then he went to work on Armisen’s toes, opening wide to put them in his mouth. Mr. Armisen’s toes curled against Carson’s. He was used to his penis stirring and pumping into red hot hardness. But now he felt a sort of languid wetness and he knew that he had a vagina now. A pussy that was getting ready to receive a man's cock.He tried to ignore the alien sensations and he lay back on the bed. Something was between his head and the pillow. He reached up and pulled a mass of black hair into view. He found himself missing the short straw colored hair he used to have. This was better than being dead, but only just.In.