There's absolutely nothing wrongwith me, Rosalie Westland," snapped Frances. "Why would you think theremight be something wrong with me?" Rosalie?" wh...spered Roger. The melodic sound of his suddenly sexy, nowundeniably soprano, voice seemed to surprise him. "What's going onhere?" After absently brushing the strands of his newly lengthenedbrown hair away from his face, his hand casually slid down to hischest. His eyes widened. "Tits! I've got a pair of tits!" he exclaimed,once he realized. A good sheep dog is trained to respond to the plaintive cries such as lost lambs and stuck ewes often give out, especially in winter, especially when they have put a foot in a frozen puddle, but being the stupid buggers they are, have left the foot in the puddle too long and got frozen in.He worried at the knot. It was one of Gary’s specials, a badly tied slipknot. It only took him a second or so to undo it. Then, once free, he took up the rescue mission again and ran headlong into the next. Then the giant stretched, arching his back and puffing out his chest.“Ahh…”Carson was hypnotized, watching as his pecs swelled against his shirt, drenching the fabric with sweat. His nipples denting the cotton.THWACK. Something struck Carson in the eye and tinkled to the floor.“Ow!” Carson doubled over and fell.“Oh shit, kid. Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” Carson wheezed, covering his left eye.He felt a firm grip pull him to his feet, hefting all of Carson’s 160lb weight with one powerful. I just took the most comfortable seat in the bus and just spent a few couple of weeks not talking to anyone. As the time passed, this not-talking attitude was making me frustrate and this was the time to take a step to get close to the new fellows of mine. I just started with general talks with them. By the time passed, I was close enough to almost all of them, except the ones who still acted like I was in the early phase. Some of the guys had been on their own right from the time college.