Her slacks shortened, rising above her knees to reveal a feminine curve to her legs. The sleeves of her jacket vanished as it merged with her slacks t... become a blue denim jumper. The material of her shirt softened as a white, tailored man's shirt became a pink cotton T-shirt. Beneath the shirt, Mort could see the outline of Carol's undershirt shift to become a 32-A bra. Her man's tie was now a dark blue scarf. Her socks shifted color from black to a pastel blue, as her cordovan oxfords became. Had that night been a dream. Ryan shook his head – he couldn’t think like that. He ran a hair through his peppered hair and rolled out of bed. Sweat beaded around his chest, and his beer gut shook as he hit the ground. He looked at the flabby skin in disgust. 225 pounds of fat dad.He needed to see her through – his daughter. He quietly snuck out of the room, as not to wake Susan. He stopped momentarily in front of his daughter’s pink door. It had a sparkly sign saying “welcome”. His cock. Alani needed to go to the hospital island as soon as she checked out her suites. She needed to make medical decisions about those on medical hold. I could see that Alani got overloaded with information, but her mom heard most of it.When she finished, she came over to put her arm behind my back above her mother’s. Her head rested against my arm.Our walk to her suite took us to about the other end of the resort. She never lifted her head from my arm until we started to walk up the three flights. We were stuck in a revolving door going nowhere. We kept going nowhere until I was sixteen.That’s when Halston, or Hal as everybody called him, entered the picture. He was a jerk, a philanderer, a cheat. But Hal had money. I guess he too was taken by my mother’s ready smile and her thirty-four-year-old inviting body. He wined her and dined her. His attention to her was unrelenting. Eventually, Mom apparently gave into the idea that Hal wasn’t so bad and that he at least provided an avenue to.