The passage of time seemed compressed in endless activities that kept hands and minds busy.Katie was in her fifth month pregnant, turning the kitchen ...pside down, canning vegetables and making fruit preserves.Fifi, Trish and little Matthew were playing on a large tarp spread out in the backyard under the watchful eyes of Blizzard. The girls were only five, but as a team they were great babysitters for their rambunctious two year-old brother.“Daddy, we’re out of water again,” Sally shouted,. The idea of jumping on the man in the elevator with me and having sex slowly blossomed in my mind. I quickly discarded it because thirteen floors weren't enough to give us the time. Especially since I was wearing pantyhose and underwear. 8-9-10. Still, as the floor numbers approached thirteen, I felt like I was running out of time. Like if I didn't do anything before this man got out of the elevator, I would lose my chance to finally break the boring routine that was my life.As 11 lit up, my. He ran shaking hands overhis wider hips, now built for childbirth. Had everything changed? He feverishly undid his belt and droppedhis pants. He found it difficult to see around his new breasts, but hisquesting hands discovered the new anatomy between his legs. "They're gone!" he cried in a horrified feminine voice. His fingersexamined the soft mound and slit that had replaced his pride and joy. Therehad to be a way to reverse this! He searched his pockets until he found theinstruction manual.. I looked up and saw that Preacher was standing by my side."Harry, I think you better turn your cell on as the Director has been trying to reach you all morning. I told him you were still in your cabin and he told me to tell you the crap has hit the fan and he needed to talk to you ASAP."I didn't even answer him but got up and went to the cabin to get the scrambled cell and my personal one. I turned them both on as I headed back to the main lodge and my breakfast. When I sat down, I held up the.