Or rather, it was the nice little chopper they carried on a trailer behind them. MY Suzuki! I cant believe it had made its way down here with that fam...ly! I was going to love them forever. All that was left was getting the bike back&hellip, and maybe, just maybe, getting my hands on the cute little shit in the back seat of the truck. She seemed the country type, looked almost 17 (I later learned she was not yet 13), had the most beautiful green eyes and sandy brown hair ever. I pretended not to. I knew I hadn't missed any calls ortext messages since arriving. Paul must be the computer forensicsspecialist - why didn't I ask Janet about this guy?He was a nice looking man, maybe an inch taller than I was, and dressedbusiness casual - it sure seemed like he was going to be all business ashe was already pulling a laptop from his bag. Good, I was alreadyuncomfortable and not going to be the lead on this assignment. I wasn'teven sure what I was here to offer up anyway - I knew nothing. I think the whipping just woke up too many memories, and I got a little maudlin about it. I'm good, and we'll be fine."With that, we separated and I went to pick up the whips I had been using, and to take down the dummy. She helped me straighten things up, and close up cabinets, then we each headed for the different staircases out of the dungeon, after another quick hug.After a few days of distracted thought, I decided that there was likely only one really good solution to helping Rhonda out. I. Now the changes became more extreme; I could see that my body itself was starting to shrink, and that my loss of bulk was being balanced by a swelling in Monica, as if there were a flow of mass from my body to hers. She was clearly growing taller as I watched; our forms seemed to ripple and shift under the surface, as though my substance were being leeched away through the connection at our hands in order to feed Monica's voracious growth. With a sudden intuition, I realised that the physical.