:)(amy_brett) You change somebody impossibly and they say it's not possible? Bizarre!(Lainie) Yup, more or less! :)(amy_brett) That's why I like writi...g about sex instead of violence! If a reader does that, it's cool! (Mostly)(Mindy) I know of a story under way that is bizarre, in that the closing scene the person after a various TV/CD changes hormones and so forth is incased inside a flower suit and planted as in looking like a daisy! It is CD, up until the end, so the author told me in. Us ki aanko me aanshu aa gye the.Ma kuch der ruk kar us ke chucho ko dabane laga jab ujhe laga kea b sapna ka dard kam ho gya ha to dhere dhere lund ko ander bhar karne laga. Ab us ko dard kam ho gya tha or use bhi maza aane laga tha kyu ki wo ab apni gand ko hila hila kar mera sath dane lagi thi. Or mujhe taje taje karne ko kha rahi the. Ma taje taje us ki gand marne laga. Is bich wo do bar jhad chuki thi. Or karib 20-25 minut us ki gand marne ke bad ab me bhi jhadne wala tha mane taje taje us. It was a medium, a conveyor, but not like the Plume. It was a kind of appropriately demure punishment for amounting to little more than a flee in the larger scale of cosmic evolution, to ride on the same subway across the stars, everyday, to the same place, talk to the same person. What a job though. More than that: what a ride, to ride the plume.It was long, and arduous, and for the better part boring. In essence, a real job. I played out a lot of fantasies involving myself. It was an advice. My young niece, who was staying for the weekend, was asleep beside me. My wife had gone out for the evening with a friend, which was fine with me, as I loved spending time alone with my young niece and my wife was aware of this, so didn’t feel guilty about leaving us alone together.My niece had had a shower earlier and was wearing a little cotton night gown, I had also showered and was in just my dressing gown. As I was watching the film, I was stroking my young niece’s arm, which is something.