Linda watched at the misogynistic man flipped onto his hands and kneesand crawled towards her, large tits dangling underneath. "Please,"Linda heard t...e newly transformed woman cry, "I'm....I'm....". Lindawatched as Jack struggled to get the words out, "You are what," Lindasaid smugly, slowly lowering herself to his level.Jack looked into the cruel eyes of his stepmother and felt his facebegin to flush. "I'm sorry," he said barely above a whisper."What was that?" Linda said, grinning. He rented a small inexpensive apartment then went to the plant to apply for work. The job had already been set up for him and the application was just a formality but he had to make it. The personnel manager had been told by one of the managers outside the factory to hire him because the manager owed an old friend a favor. He told the Personnel Manager Mike was the son of an old friend who he owed.When Mike arrived at the factory he was not met with friendliness. The Personnel Manager made it. The thought of being in Emily’s position was equally arousing and terrifying. But I knew I would have done the same, followed Professor Greenstein’s orders, withstood the yearning to touch her and knelt for however long she told me to. “I was younger then, still in my early thirties and pretty.” A hint of sadness appeared on her face, but it was quickly concealed. “You’re still beautiful!” I blurted, which drew a throaty laugh. “Me? Beautiful? Those days are long gone. I’ve got wrinkles. "That was what it was called when the convicts first started coming." Really? I didn't know that." Chelle, duh, were you asleep during history at school? Or are you just dumb? Everyone knows that." Oh, shut up you. Just cause it's the only subject you had a clue in." Actually, Port Jackson is still the right name for the harbour, and Sydney is the city." Why did you say Port Jackson, Sarah?" Chelle asked.Sarah looked at them in confusion. "Because it is. Port Jackson. Where I was born. What do.