We had chosen two sites to start the worldwide chain – one in Japan and one in the US – and had already broken ground on the construction. I was s...ill designing the parks, however. Actually, it was a fun project. It was a puzzle, working out the optimum usage of resources with the most return of actual fun. I hated standing in line for the better rides so I tried to integrate the lines and the waiting into the ride experience. I wanted a day at KaibaLand to be worth the price of admission.And I. I also cut back on the calories I was eating a bit. Within several weeks, it was easy to see what he was talking about. I was off steroids, and I had dropped close to ten pounds. But the definition in my arms, legs and upper body started to take shape. After two more weeks, I was down twenty pounds but as gym members would say, I was ripped. You could see the veins in my upper arms and my stomach was beginning to get ripples in it. I turned nineteen years old on a Friday with little fanfare. My. I wonder what Saralinda would think of a nude beach," Moira mused."We could ask her. She in the bedroom?" Mmmm – I think she got bored looking over our shoulders."I got up and headed to the downstairs bedroom. Moira followed, perhaps curious as to what the girl's reaction would be. I got to the doorway and stopped, waiting for Moira to look too. Saralinda was in bed, snoring softly. The TV was still on, as was the light. It didn't look like she'd undressed, though she'd at least taken off her. I've told you enough." Then a thought struck me. I had to know. "Did you ever use my panties?" I asked him. He couldn't meet my eye. "No." he replied quickly. "Well, not really." "What do you mean, not really? Did you use my panties to jack off with or not?" "I tried," he admitted. "It just wasn't the same. I had to get yours from your drawer. I used the pink silky ones. It felt good, but the smell wasn't there." Again, I didn't know what to say. Thoughts were racing through my brain. All kinds.