Finally it came and it seemed to take forever to get to the nearest stop to the service station. I jumped off and ran across the road. I couldn't see ...er anywhere. I checked in the toilets and everywhere. "Dulcinea?" James?" Her voice sounded weak.I found her sitting behind the rubbish bins, shivering with the cold. I reached to pull her up and she shrank away from me."Dulcinea. It's me. What's happened?"She struggled to her feet and I saw the top she was wearing was torn. She saw me looking. I reached under the sheets with my hand and touched the slit on mynew vagina and imagined Mr. Edwards touching me there, maybe evenkissing me there, but most definitely sticking his dick there. I wasabout to push further when my mom and Santos came into the room andgreeted me.Mom bent down and kissed me on the cheek while Santos told me howfabulous I looked. I could smell the smoke in my mother's hair and itmade me want a cigarette that much more. But she was right. My cravingwas more. Dave turned to Cord and asked politely, “What about you? Same question.”Cord replied, “I’ve been an English major – basic liberal arts. That said, I’m rapidly shifting over to some business courses. I don’t want an advanced degree, at least not yet, and the job market is kind of saturated with liberal arts majors. Dev has been mentoring me on this and helping me develop at least some technical skills without becoming an engineering major.Dave noticed that Sam looked proud of her friend, as. "Laura, darling, are you enjoying yourself?"Laura Wilson turned quickly to face the familiar voice, and then shrank inwardly as she realized it was Abby Farrington."Yes, lovely, thank you," Laura replied politely, and quickly moved off towards the drinks table, hoping to catch a glimpse of her husband Bill. She didn't catch the almost venomous glare that Abby threw at her back as she retreated.Laura didn't want to talk to Abby, didn't even want to see her. Since the last weekend, when she and.