.. just not enough for her to change her mind about marrying a christian. That wasn't going to happen.There were pictures, Yearbooks, maps, drawings ..... all kinds of things in the false bottom of the foot locker.Bill thumbed through the early years of the Diary ... highschool angst and frustration ... the nickname 'Drink' settled upon him by the head cheerleader, the horrible uncoordination of bone growth and lagging muscle growth. Eighth grade was particularly horrid. The class picture had him. My vision washes out and the next thing I know, I'mlooking up at my own face and holding that crazy headgear that Hetty waswearing a couple minutes ago up against my own head.It's my own face looking down at me. "How do you feel, babe?" he asks.My eyes go wide. I'm having a bit of trouble processing exactly what hashappened to me. I feel an alien weight on my chest and my handsautomatically move upwards and heft what are now my breasts. I feel myniples hardening and crane my neck to try and. With a seductive smile and voice, "So, my body is all your's, what are you going to do with it?"He smiled, "You want me to tell you, or just show you?" Just show me."He stood up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed. He laid on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder, sucking occasionally. He sat up, undoing his pants, leaving him totally naked.Just seeing his exposed body was cause for arousal, I wanted him. He knew I wanted him, but decided to hold off on. You must call me Clara, also.”Patting her hand, Joshua replied, “A pleasure, Clara.As their conversation continued, Colonel Anderson led his guest through the front door of the headquarter building and into an interior plaza. This was a smaller version of the central plaza. Smaller and more private. In the center, a table and chairs had been set up. A pitcher of cold water with glasses stood in the center of the table. On the side table was a coffee and tea service.When asked, Clara selected.