Why did he always have to say something he wondered?His deep voice seemed to dampen all other sound in the room because it suddenly became dead quiet....Three sets of wide eyes swiveled towards him and stared. As if on cue three voices asked in unison, "Really?" Well, it was just something I read in one of my nephews Sex Ed books," Bill muttered self consciously with all the eyes on him. He fervently hoped they wouldn't ask him what he was doing reading 9th graders Sex Ed books.Jimmy took. " A sobbing voice came over the phone. It was my niece Mandy. "He hit me so hard I can't move my arm." She cried into the phone.As I listened to the crying girl, I could see her pretty pudgy face and the tears that were running down it. "What happened baby?" I ask her, wishing that I could give her a big hug to comfort her.She went on sobbing into the phone. "I made supper and his steak was over cooked. And when I told him 'next time cook it your self' he hit me right in my... my... Titty. It. Trains derailed in some areas. Houses scorched. All contact lost with the outside world, save for some clumsy radio communications.Into this breach stepped Alan Levy, a 21-year old Jew with a knack for figuring out what went wrong in any given disaster. Now, this chap wasn't Orthodox. He didn't keep kosher, he didn't keep the Sabbath, and he most certainly didn't walk around with a yarmulke on his head all day. (A yarmulke, for those not aware of such things, looks rather like the Pope's cap.). Nick's hands started to slide acrosshis body, and he still had not climaxed. "Oh, oh I feel sexy... yesyes!" Nick moaned as he started twisting uncontrollably."This, is getting really creepy Shaun." Terry's voice was almost awhisper. "Height" was next and soon he was down to what appeared to befive foot five, to an inch. He shuddered as it happened. Finally thelast of the Level I lines filled in, "Hair II". Nick's hair faded intoblonde, and grew out some more, his hair styled around his.