Though she was conservatively dressed, the large bartender could imagine exactly what she'd look like unclothed; like a pixie, lithe and graceful, sle...der without ever being bony.The room was empty - the Friday night crowd wouldn't start drifting in for another hour or so, but though Kent could tell that the angry girl wasn't here for a drink, he asked her anyway."What can you get me? What can you GET me!? You can get me my parents back, you sick fuck!"Tiny though she was, Kent had to admire. I wished that I were twenty years younger but then I realized that she was still mine for the taking so it really didn’t matter in the least how old I was. I grabbed onto her shirt at the bottom and lifted it up. Alyssa cooperated just as her grandmother had by lifting her arms up for me too. Alyssa had on a pretty bra, which I reached back to unhook. She giggled and told me that it was in the front. She smiled as I tried to figure out how to twist the plastic flower to release her two mounds. She was still quite a little beauty, with breasts that were more than a handful, and blond fluff forming around her pubic area, though she kept herself shaved bare most of the time. She had a few on and off boyfriends, but very rarely had sex, finding that she much preferred her own hand to any penis. Of course, she became more and more daring with her masturbation as things went on. She would slip her hand down her pants in class during a movie and frig herself, biting her lip to keep from. ."She felt air.That was new. And, exciting. Amanda existed in the physical world! She felt air moving across her face!Face ... she had a face! ... maybe. Could be a toe. Maybe a toe with a face...Kine held out his hand, and first Jenny, then Hanna, shook it. Hanna surprised him by pulling the large eighteen year old in for a hug, and with a sigh he closed his eyes and returned it."Thank you all for rescuing me," she whispered. "I owe you ... gods, I owe you everything." She pulled back, tears.