Tiffany was beaming as she lifted her baby brother in the air by hisarms. She looked up and down at him admiring her handiwork, when shecame up with a...very amusing plan. "Hey John how would you like to be mybaby sister instead of my baby brother?" she said smiling. John couldstill think like he used to and he remembered everything he had everknown, and when he heard those words, he frantically tried to tell herno."Please Tiffany don't do this," he screamed out. All Tiffany heard wasthe cooing. It may not be necessary all the time; none of us know what your range is currently or how strong it will grow to be. Does that make sense?”“Yeah. As much as I’d prefer it doesn’t, it still does. How do I put up such a wall?”Emanuel smiled. “It’s pretty simple. Imagine a wall of some kind forming in front of you, and make sure we’re on the other side of it.”“Okay, I’ll try it.” Kara sat quietly for a few moments with her eyes closed. “Now what?”“Let’s test it. Ready precious?”Ready. Darling, if. I’m not supposed to be here!’ The nurses slowly and deliberately wheeled her down the corridor. Every now and then an orderly or she believed they were orderlies, passed them in the hall. Sorrel grew more frantic with every step. She kept calling out, ‘You’ve got to stop! I’m not supposed to be here! You’re making a mistake! I’m not what you think!’ Between her calls, her appeals, and her entreaties she cried. The nurses who pushed her cart seemed to be enjoying every moment, every cry, every. 'I deserve much more' he said.'In Caribbean Islands' she teased.'What would I get' he questioned?'Don't expect too much' she replied.'But still, what is the limit' he said.'You can touch them' she said.'What' he whispered.'My boobs' she said.'And' he questioned.'And, what else' she posed the question back to him?'These' he said, striding his hand over her buttocks.'If you behave like a good boy, I will think about it' she said.'I will be a good boy' saying this he squat down in the water,.