”“She’s already a piece of work.”“I’ve never had a canvas talk back at me as much as she does,” I laughed.“Could I ... stop by and joi... you?” Mary asked. “I’ll stay out of the way, but you seem to be the only person in our class who has an unending supply of figure models and a private studio. Maybe I could draw one of your girlfriends if it’s too crowded in your studio with Eva.”I found that we’d left the art building and were walking in the opposite direction of my bus stop. We were headed. Instead I think we will start you on a combination of hormone treatments and saline injections everyday in order to stretch out your muscle tissue. This will be a long and grueling process, but the result should be a pair of more natural breast. But worst case scenario we’ll just pop two giant fake breast into my toy to play with. Seeing as I own you I don’t see any difference in modifying you for my enjoyment and different that than fixing up a house or a car? you’re my property and you no. She wasn't the first dead person I'd seen, or even the second, that had been my parents, although I hadn't known it at the time. I'd just thought they were sleeping. Like I'd thought maybe Angela was sleeping at first. In between them and her I'd seen a bum once, a homeless guy frozen to death. God had been in him too, maybe, and I wondered at what point did God bail? Maybe He was in it for the whole fucking ride. I hoped so. I hope a little bit of Him died too, just so He'd know what it was. She’d proudly shown her light brown bush to anyone that wanted a look, then they had stopped at a truck stop in northern Virginia to meet her new trucker friend, Cliff. Lauren, just out of high school and only 18 was nervous and hesitant at first. But she joined in on the action and had gotten her first real fucking in the double-wide sleeper of a black Kenworth. She smiled as her loins ached at the thought of Cliff’s 8 inch cock ravaging her pussy. Lauren stepped from the shower and toweled.