Bart poured a small amount of beer in the mug and then pushed the bottle and mug towards her. Like me Bart could not take his eyes off the tit show sh... was presenting. What he could not see from his position was the panty show going on under the bar. She was wearing a very short skirt and her legs had spread over the stool and she was displaying her cute little pink panties that were pulled up allowing me to see the outline of her slit. My cock of course had responded to this show and I was in. Now, I know it’s not possible for a tattoo to move. It’s just ink imbedded in your skin. It’s stuck there. Sure, it can bubble a little and bleed and often does, but that does not explain what I’m certain I saw. One of the eyes bulged a little like something were pushing out under it. Hell, it FELT like something were trying to push out under it. I sat up (god, how it hurt to move so suddenly!) and gently touched the particular offending eyeball. It smeared some blood on my fingertip, but did. As I did my makeup, I found myself wondering what to wear when wevisited Ellen that evening, and then realised that of course, that Iwould have to dress as a boy. I sank a little more when I counted thedays that I would have left to be with Ellen as a girl. Dad and Ch?riewould be home in just a few days and then I would be back to my maleself full time. Feeling glum, I finished my preparations and wentdownstairs. I cheered a little over breakfast. Steph was already up andhad cooked a fry-up.. She went in a few metres then quickly turned out the lights and switched off the noisy engine. Silence, nearly. No lights were chasing after them. Some waves were lapping on the beach, about 100 metres away down at the end of the track.Can you swim?” she asked the Striteracians. They might need to. They didn’t reply, but Grace ‘felt’ a question in her head ... oh god, she was sensing them!! They were so close, in fact Cyan had leaned over so her hair was touching hers. She conjured up an image.