Helooked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was on the left andanother blonde-haired man of around the same age stood to the right.Between ...hem was a boy of around ten years old who looked a lot likeJack."That's Mike, me in the middle and my brother Tommy at the end," Jacksaid. I gazed at Tommy. There was a strange familiarity to his face. Likewhen you see an actor in a show and you can't place what else they'vebeen in."Tommy disappeared over ten years ago. I'm making one last. A universality of bountiful breasts and finely honed pectorals, of six-packs and bulging biceps, of sinewy tree trunk thighs and shapely calves, where every face was chiselled and every eyebrow had been plucked and shaped to faultless arcs of enticement. Which is not to mention the sexual organs. Plump, smooth, or meticulously manicured cunts offered as split, juiced, fruit for the vista of tumescent, swollen poles that thrust demandingly forth from every male groin. A vision of nymphs and. Half of her rib cage was caved in, and blood had bloomed likeroses across the Little Black Dress. The dress she had worn because shethought I was about to turn back into a man. The dress she had worn forme.How could I have thought she'd done anything to me? How could I havedone this? How could I have betrayed her, smashed her, *killed her*?I must die for this, I thought. I couldn't let my life continue anotherminute after a crime like this.She hadn't been mocking me, she had been trying to help. Then whatever had been pulled over his head was tightened.He heard his sister's voice: "You wanted to watch and listen to us, you perv, but now you get to sit there and do neither. Keep quiet or we'll gag you, too, and don't move." Then her headphones were placed over his ears and synth pop blasted into them."Can you fucking believe that?" Missy raged. "Pulling out his dick while peeping on us?" But both she and Gloria took a last look at Johnny's crotch before they all sat back down on the.