There was a place nearby right on the Shinnecock canal so we went there. After dinner my sister asked the question that changed our night, “Can I t...ke the boys for a sleep over?” My husband jumped at the offer and soon we were waving goodbye to our lovely boys and my sister for the night. What to do, what to do?My husband wanted to rush home. Thoughts of fucking in every room of the house ran through his head, while I had a better plan. “Why don’t we go back to the beach? The super moon. It might be worth a try. I've got a few contacts in the medical world who might be able to put you in the right direction."So it was that I found myself in America. In the course of my researches a pair of Siamese twins had decided that they were tired of the freak show booth and they wanted to get separated. After some long discussions with their surgeon and themselves, I was to be allowed to conduct a few critical ?before and after? experiments. Some would be done whilst they were under. There was dancing, drinking, and make out sessions all around. It had been 3 hours into the party now and both Rebecca and Amy were enjoying themselves. Amy had come out of her shell with a few beers and some urging from her best friend. They both danced with some senior guys that were on the football team. They talked with their friends and made some new acquaintances that were from out of town. The party started to die down around 1 o clock, and Grace knew it was time for some excitement. She. Each successive female generation bred new and unexpected gene adaptions.And for those less interested, girls got really cool powers.Both the academics and other concerned parties began cataloging these changes into groups such as fire, poison and psychic, to name a few. While most had kept their humanity and resemblance, a small number were not so fortunate.At first, there were good times to be had. Celebrations and festivals were held, amazing stories of rescue during natural disasters. Many.