I always hated when that happened, and yet every night I wouldforget to fix the shades so it wouldn't happen again.Today I just decided to move out of...the way, at least that was the planuntil I realized I was pressed up against someone. After a week ofshocking mornings, I barely even flinched this time. I suppose I'dgotten used to having breasts, and this wasn't even the first time I'dwoken up naked and rubbing against someone. It probably didn't hurt thatthe back I was squishing my boobs into. Now bear in mind that there was no radio playing, no television, nothing in the way of possible input that could have put suggestion into my head, so that possibility is out of the question. As my Uncle was driving out of the parking lot a feeling, and vision, came to me. Once again, there was the experiential multiplicity very strong and quite unsettling. This time I not only heard the voice as if someone were actually speaking to me, I also saw a fellow who’s face was right up in mine. At the. “You must refer to Gudnwet,” Phurre speaks up.Ranzoc hushes her with his hand and shifts forward to regard the witch. “We are not yet through with her,” he says.“I don’t know,” Phurre says. “We could use a trade in.”The king ignores her comment. “If you wish to have the girl, you may take her.”This is certainly easier than she expected. Penelope allows her excitement to show on her face. “Thank you for...”“But it does come with a price,” the king interrupts.“A price?” the witch asks, hoping. ‘Just a minute… almost ready…’ I didn’t know what she needed to be ready for. But then she opened the door. Sophia stood wearing a giant red bow. And not much else. The bow hid her breasts, and the ribbons fell down to her waist, mostly obscuring what looked to be an extremely skimpy pair of red lace panties. She wore red stockings that came up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Her face was dramatically made up, with a red heart drawn on each cheek. I stood gaping at my.