As the lights in the auditorium came on he bent towards me and put his hand on my bare thigh, midway up, and I could feel the heat from him, 'Would yo... like an ice cream', he asked me tenderly and I nodded yes in my response, I could not speak and his after shave had a very powerful and emotive effect on me, so much so, that when he turned to his daughter and asked her the same question, I felt a pang of loss, almost jealousy and more to the fact, he had lifted his hand off my thigh and I felt. Она будет по большой части линейной, в ней не будет картинок, во всяком случае большого их кол-ва. С именами старался не мудрить и не добавлять отчеств и фамилий, но если вам нужно вы можете воспользоваться настройками истории. Такая простенькая, с сухим текстом, но надеюсь, будет интересной.Любой желающий может дополнить данную историю, чем пожелает. Буду рад любым отзывам, комментариям, сообщениям, новым развитиям сюжета, и прикреплённым к постам картинкам.Приятного чтения!Я очень необычный. Her body is turning in to a blob of flesh. It is as if she has no bones. Her head is facing a mirror across the room where she notices her legs are turning in a white like material. The white stuff then moves up her body as she is now shrinking. She then realizes, seeing the rag dolls on the shelves that she is turning in to a rag doll. Her hair then turns in to a red yard like material and red spots appear on her chicks. Soon she is nothing but, a rag doll about a foot high. Like the other two. I turned toward her. ‘Take it easy,’ I said. ‘I’m not making a pass at you.’ ‘What is this?’ she asked. She sounded scared. We looked at each other in the dark. I lifted my hands. She clasped her face in her hands and drew her head back. I did not move my hands. We sat half-turned, facing each other. Be gentle, I thought. Make the touch relaxing. ‘Close your eyes,’ I said softly. I brought my hands nearer the side of her face. She did not move. I put three fingers on each side of her face. I.