His special abilities, John thought, had nothing whatever to do with any God. At least not as far as he could tell. God hadn't ever spoken to him, rea...hed down and touched him with his mighty hand — or done anything else remotely of the sort.The man who called himself John Healer had long been a religious skeptic, and despite having experienced this spectacular form of intervention by seemingly supernatural forces, John remained a skeptic still. If anything, discovery of his "power" had. If they were below decks; if they were anywhere besides already in a lifeboat, I don't think they would have made it out. I almost didn't" Really?" she asked.I hung my head — well, you know, as best you can when you're lying down — and said, "Yeah, I panicked; when the charges went off, I got back to your room right away, but it was already filling up fast. You were trapped under the bunk, not moving. I didn't find out you were cuffed to the bunk until I tried to get you free, then I had to. You must find her, stab her through theheart and devour it to get your manhood back." Are you serious?" Kevin asked as his arched eyebrows raised."Yes," Liz responded in calm voice. "I can't do that. She could probably still seduce me, if I remember herright. There has to be another way." There is, but it's not worth it." Please, tell me." You could also go to the DMV." The DMV?" Kevin said in a surprised tone. "Yes, the Department of Magical Violations. You'd really be better offjust letting. And his arousal grows as he appreciates that Emma does not do anything half-assed anymore, what is ahead is going to be wonderful, hopefully for both of them.Emma goes to the kitchen, leaving Donald in the corner. She eats some breakfast as she ponders all she could possibly do in this new role. She does feel the dripping sticky wetness between her thighs and appreciates that she is stimulated to take on this role.She knows Donald is probably hungry too, but perhaps his churning stomach will.