"Ow!" Oops. The poor victim of my red solo cup turned out to be some poor girl, half-passed out against a tree. Her considerable bust was covered in a...lacey black and red bikini, which looked just a little too sexy to be a bathing suit. Not that I minded of course. As she stood up, I could see her impressive hourglass figure, highlighted by that bikini and...stockings? Was that a garter belt, too? Definitely not a bathing suit. I felt my blood rush south as she waddled towards me, her auburn. ..she's not filled-out as much as she should have for her age.She's sort of....er.....flat and not very rounded-out." Sam was getting alittle uneasy with this and thought maybe Becky really didn't want tohave to get into it. "I shouldn't have asked in the first place," hesaid. "Let's just leave it at that and I sort of get the picture." No, it's OK," Becky quickly added. "You are living here and we are likefamily so you should know what is going on around here. Anyway, I wasgetting a little. Or you can be Atomized with this. Your choice. I really don’t want to have to clean up any more remains, so those are your options. Choose wisely, my friends,” I instructed the mere twenty or thirty odd survivors of the assault.“I ... will be converted,” Jessamine Wilcox, Milan’s elder daughter, agreed.“Jess ... no ... don’t! It’s the Mark of the Beast. You’ll never come back from that!” Milan warned his daughter.“Daddy, we don’t have a choice. It’s time to submit. I don’t want us to die ... I. Too wonderful. I don't want it to end. Stay the night with me, sweetheart. Please?" "Yes, Mark. I'd love to send the night with you," she said, her heart about to burst at hearing the words. "But I don't have anything to wear." "Well I don't see that as a problem," he said grinning broadly, "but if you need to stop by your place to get a few things, it's fine with me." "You don't mind, then?" "Baby as long as I am in this car with you, I am happy," he said, patting her thigh. So they went to.