Angie was pissed and she threatened to kick me out. I begged for her mercy. "Please, just give me another chance. I screwed up, I'm sorry. I promi...e it won't happen again, I'll do anything you ask. Please."It wasn't until I admitted that I needed help, that I couldn't stop drinking on my own, that she accepted my plea. "But, I'm warning you," she said, "if this happens again I'm going to spank your ass!"I wasn't entirely sure how serious that threat was at the time, but I was afraid. In spite of my best efforts, I was becoming aroused and had to end the moment more quickly than I wanted. Squeezing her, I kissed the top of her head. "Are you hungry?"She nodded."Let me finish up this dough, then, and I'll make you a cheese omelet."Kissing my cheek, she wandered into the family room and switched on the television. A moment later, I heard Mr. Rogers singing his opening song. Melody sang along with him, and as I mixed the chips into the dough, I could hear her talking to him,. "My arms ...the hair, look at them," Michael responded.Lorraine looked, and she would later describe what she saw as likewatching a timelapse film of a plant sprouting from the ground, but inreverse.Because the hairs on Michael's arms were shrinking.Then she glanced down at his legs, and the hair there was shrinking aswell.Michael seemed to now be glowing from within and he said, "I did that. Iwanted my hair gone, and now it is. And I can do more."Moments later, he was standing in the air above. The panties were little more than two triangles of fabric with string to hold them in place. The half-cup bra lifted and displayed her breasts. She had purposefully posed with her arms raised, which allowed her nipples to show. She saw the absolute lust in his eyes, and it made her insides melt. A coy smile spread on her lips as she realized that the bet no longer mattered. He took a deep breath. With the slightest of head shakes he held up the clothes for her to see: jeans and shirt in one.