There was no sense of movement; there were odd pressures here and there, everywhere. My eyes focused about a foot and half away from me, on black asph...lt. I remember noting the light and dark pieces of gravel embedded in the dark matrix; there was a white bit to one side, with a dark mark diagonally across part of it.That's the street. My mind refused to accept I was looking at the street, just inches from my face. And the white line is some of the striping; the black mark was a skid mark.My. Dann waschen wir nun das Schwänzchen“, sie sperrte den KG auf, wusch mir meinen Schwanz, behielt aber die Gartenhandschuhe an und als wenn si meinen Blick interpretieren konnte „Ich will dir ja keinen wichsen, daher auch hier die Gartenhandschuhe Schatz“ und küßte mich dabei.Dann ging alles sehr schnell und ratzfatz war der KG wieder dran. Sie legte die Kette mit dem Schlüssel auf den Wohnzimmertisch. Dann zog sie mich ins Schlafzimmer und zeigte mir ein Korsett und einige Utensilien „Karl. I took a step back, hoping it would throw him off balance, but it didn’t work. He just leaned in even closer to me. His other hand, the one that held the door open, came up to my other cheek, and touched it lightly. Everything was perfect. Now all I had to do was wait for the right moment and I could be alone. The step I had taken backwards put me inside the house, leaving Will outside, and since he had moved his hand I could close the door. Now all everything came down to was timing. His. "Cool," said Larry. "I want my wish now." Say it then," the little man sighed with resignation."I wish Ronald Whitaker would turn into a woman right now," wishedLarry. "And that only me and him will remember he used to be a man!" As you wish," the little man intoned solemnly.Larry eagerly stared at the closed office door, waiting."Is it happening?" he asked."It's happening," the little man confirmed."I don't see anything happening," pressed Larry. "How do I know it'sreally happening?" If you.