Go get that wrapped box and bring it back here. Now, slut!" Amy got up and had to stabilize herself for a moment - her knees were still a bit wobbly. ...he went to get the box and brought it back to the computer screen. "That's better. Now place it on the floor in front of you and kneel." Amy did as he told her, not quite understanding what was going on. "Unwrap the box and take out what is in it." Amy carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. She gasped at the contents as she pulled it out.. They had worked pretty well, she had lost ten pounds and firmed her tummy up to the point that she could stand in front of the mirror and not weep because of the middle age paunch. Now she was going to work on the love handles prodtruding from the sides of her mid-section. They werent really that bad, but she was determined to lose them before the trip. She went upstairs to the bedroom and dropped her housecoat. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she stared critically at her naked. I found the proof. In an abandoned apartment in the area were three baby griffins who had just been born. Three progeny of the griffin we had the pleasure of encountering. The griffin came and collected her babies, but not before one of them bonded to me.”They could only nod at my tale before Frank said, with a wry smile and a shake of the head, “Only you, David. Only you.”I had no retort to that remark since I agreed with that sentiment, at least partially. The number of mishaps and adventures. One of these was Lady Rebecca Hawkins, a novice of devoted piety and one of the most beautiful of the innocents ravished by the hordes of infidels accosting them in their private cells containing only their beds and their kneeling benches for their daily prayers.She had been chased to her tiny cell by a pair of the infidels and stretched out over the simple mattress face down for their dalliance of devilish torment that stayed like a poisonous serpent in her brain for most of her adult life..