He wondered when that might be.Sean was examining Tom with a disturbing depth, probably wondering whatto make of this incontinent rival. Tom had to r...sist sticking histongue out at the boy. What he really wanted to do, though, was totell him the truth, that he was doing all of this for his benefit, sothat he could take a big step out of infancy and into childhood. Mostof all, Tom wanted Sean to know that he really could use the toilet andhad been doing so for decades. He wasn't sure why it. He settled for crouching on his haunches so he could feel his head and muzzle. It was extremely disconcerting how...well, how good he felt. All the pain of change was gone, but so too was the dull ache of the spreading poison. His body was compact and healthy...and had an amazing amount of power inherent in every tiny movement. He had become a sturdy young orange-and-red dragon perhaps ten or twelve meters in length. His fully grown wings were double that when fully spread. Almost hesitantly he. So I left work at 5 pm and reached home to get ready. Trimmed pubic hair a bit and left for the hotel. By the time I reached the hotel, it was 8 30 pm. I called her on the number she sent me.She said with a sweet voice, “Hello baby, just sat on the table. Come to table number * .”When I reached the table, I saw her from the back. She was wearing a damn hot green, deep-cut saree. I got excited, and when I went to the table, she smiled and gave me a light hug. “Hi baby,” and I was speechless. We. Snapper Brookbank! It is you! Don't you remember me?Yes I do!You were the blonde lass on the...On the...It's no good. It just won't come.But you called me 'Snapper'. That's a start.I lever myself to a sitting position. The room is small and sparselyfurnished, but there's a recess equipped with a lavatory and a washbasin.On the right-hand wall hangs a framed image featuring an anchor, a pair ofwings, two crossed swords and a crown. Below it is printed a single word:HASLAR.Haslar!The naval.