All I could manage was to shake my head slowly as my nails and hairgrew. Also during this time, Sasha left and returned with a syringe, sheinformed me...that it was filled with a much larger dose of the same nerveagent that was in the wine because as she put it, "I wouldn't want mynew model to get antsy and try to up and leave before he or should I sayshe is ready, now would I."Both women giggled over this last statement. Sasha also informed me thatnot only did the syringe contain the nerve. Then she said to herself, No. That is a story, and a good one, but just a story, by Lewis Carroll. “Was the red queen as awful as she was made out to be?” she heard herself asking. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, as if suddenly realizing she had said something terribly gauche. He mind was in a whirl. Why ever would I ask such a silly question, she thought. “Much worse,” was the serious reply, “but that is not why you have been sent to me.” “Sent…?” Charlie started to ask, but he went. She was 11 years younger than me and almost a foot taller. She was definitely a BBW! She also had an unfortunate reputation for being an easy lay, a reputation that was not totally undeserved, even I had had to step around her outside the pub whilst she was giving some guy or other a blow-job or wank.On this night back in July,1994, I was 33yo, Fiona S. 22yo. We had been to a hen-party for our mate Rachel, and to not put too fine a point on it ... we were well pissed! “God look at the time. “Mh…I’ll use your semen to make more like you, and I’ll get them to fuck me, just like their daddy did?”“Daddy? Really?”“Wanna see?”Qamar nodded “yes”. She rubbed her belly button.Her belly started expanding, until it was as big as that of a ten months pregnant woman.Then she started moving around in pain, as she was trying to bear her first baby.Qamar had never been a father but he stayed by her and took her right hand with his both hands as he said, “Kareema, don’t worry, my darling, I’m here.