Wanda rushed over to me. As rushed as she could be on crutches.“Did you feel anyone else trying to get into your cabinet before you woke up here?”...She hissed.“No, did someone try to--”“We’re not perfectly synched then!” She giggled.“Hey Wanda, that’s my boyfriend your stealing.” Kia said the word boyfriend with such polite trepidation that I almost said no. I wanted a bit more energy from her. I smiled. I almost got to assuage her fears.“Dude, I’m going to be dead in four years. Don’t be. The pin presumably weighed more than one mind could push (3.5 pounds), but tipping it required a force only a fraction of the pin's weight. The pin's narrow base meant that not much tilt was required before it fell under its own weight.Continuing to abuse other lanes' pins, I waited until a guy in the lane on my other side was about to bowl. I watched until his ball reached his pins, then tried to push them all over as fast as possible. It was chaotic, fast and quite easy:"Chaotic" because. It was bad enough that she was jiggling so clearly but she would die if people could see how much this was turning her own.She reached the Perry building and the place was just as crowded as she expected. Amaya slowed down and ignored the stares of the men she passed. Her dark nipples were almost entirely visible against her light shirt. Worse, they were hard from all the friction of the shirt. Amaya herself was getting aroused just from all the stares. It was the first time since she attended. Everything felt so alien to him,from the smoothness of his skin to the extremely noticeable absence ofhis penis. To him it felt like he had an extension of his ass hecouldn't feel anything there. His breasts seemed to be always in the wayas he seemed to sob harder each time he accidentally brushed up againstone. A complete sense of hopelessness filled his soul as he could notthink of a way to ever be normal again. When he had a moment of claritywaves of memories of his time as Whitney filled.