That was how we ended up in the courtroom of Judge Hanover, a mysterious and powerful figure with unexplainable abilities. After hearing our case, he ...entenced the four of us to appear on ‘Bimbomania!’, a new game show where female prisoners competed against each other for a big money prize and freedom, with the losers allegedly ending up as bimbos. I assumed the bimbification effects were staged, but after encountering Judge Hanover, I wasn’t taking anything for granted. Besides, Blonde. “Emily Brontë died the year after her only novel Wuthering Heights first appeared in print.”She searched again.“Anna Sewell died shortly after she published her only novel, Black Beauty.”She felt the coldness wrapping itself around her heart as she typed in the last search request.“Sylvia Plath’s only novel, The Bell Jar was published in 1963, just before her suicide.”Three women, three authors, all dead immediately after their first novel was published. She stepped back into the publishing. “Did you mean what you said?” She asked, and she probably guessed by the confused look on my face that I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. “About my ass?” She added. I simply smiled at her. My cock was almost solid now beneath my shorts and could feel it beginning to throb. I moved closer to her and gently placed my hands on either side of her shorts, and with that slowly began to pull them down to her ankles showing her bikini bottoms.“Hmmm….now that’s what u need to wear when you go. In the abstract, Pete realized that pieces of a hundred-millennium stretch of history became the mismatched jigsaw puzzle in front of him. The continuum of time itself had fragmented, leaving fractions of the past or future stitched into a now. Different ages, disconnected parts of different creatures, churned into a brand of lethal chaos.Sixteen girls were not thinking in the abstract. Spring, Star and Phoebe were empathically keeping the panic down to manageable levels. Pete added another.