’ December 26 I kept wondering where that bottle had come from. On Christmas night I slept out on the sleeping platform and could have sworn that I ...aw a light on the horizon. A boat? Would that explain it? Some well-wishing sailor with a preference for Cline Zinfandel who had steered near enough to my island to toss a bottle over the stern? I wouldn’t have seen him (her?), what with all the work I was doing behind the house. And so I spent a good part of the day yesterday walking along the. Large drops of perspiration were now standing on his brow, while the garments that hung about him were so ragged that one could only guess at the pattern upon which they had originally been fashioned.The stranger might have numbered sixty or sixty-five years; but a certain briskness and appearance of vigor in his movements made it probable that he was aged more from captivity than the course of time. He received the enthusiastic greeting of his young acquaintance with evident pleasure, as. .." I won't," Dorothy said. "I'm thirsty -- is this water good to drink?"The Wicked Witch adjusted the strapping holding the dildo inside her cunt. She switched on the vibrator, and it emitted a low buzz. She wrapped her black dress around her greenish skin. She donned her pointed hat, and stared at herself in a cracked mirror."Damn you, Glinda!" she muttered. "I'll find a way, yet!"There was a tap at the door. The Witch stomped over to the door and pulled it open. The soldier at the door. "Oh, gosh, I can almost see your- well, uh, never mind," Fumikocoughed, flicking through the pictures on her phone.Holes appeared in the front of Katsumi's sweater and over her bicepswhen muscle grew beneath the skin. She moaned, loudly, and gripped thesweater to easily tear it and her bra fell away.Flesh swayed low on her wide, furry back. Long hairs grew from the tipof her tail as it swished and lengthened. Katsumi stomped one achingfoot and then the other. And then again until the soles.