"Oh dear," she says, and another silence follows. It's like a tornado has just passed through our paradise, we're badly damaged, but we're not complet...ly destroyed. At least not yet. Melanie and I still feel the love we all had happening between us minutes earlier. There was so much more to share, and we're both feeling stunned by the sudden departure of Hazel.Melanie's hand is off her pussy now, but she stays as she was with her legs wide open for me. She needs me to touch her, reassure her. On the way through town, we stopped at the market. It was now well past noon, and the Sisters wanted more of the smoked salmon and brown bread which they really seemed to like. Since we had made such a late start, this seemed like a good idea. We set off down Quarry Street for Ballyshannon after we ate.We passed through the village of Laghy, and then came to Bridgetown on the river flowing out of several small Lough to the east. We stopped here to water the horses by the river. The town was. " And she drove thepoint home by pulling him in close, her tits pressing hard against him."Dance with me, and my body is yours."Of course, it all added up in Chris' dream mind. The fact that all youhad to do to become a girl was to dance with a naked girl on a billiardstable in a seedy bar was a well known fact. The fact that doing thiswould allow him to experience the "Little Terror" was all the convincinghis mind needed. He put his hand on Kate's naked hip and began to followher. It certainly wasn't anything I'd expect a mind-controlled sex slave to write. I smiled and began to think that maybe I hadn't completely eradicated her personality with the Pen. She had certainly taken my advice to heart, allowing the characters to interact with their environment, adding more description (and doing it without slowing the pace of the story) and paying more attention to the personalities of the characters. I wrote a few helpful hints here and there with a regular pen and placed.