Yet superimposed upon my vision of my vine-bound mate was the vision of her future, cut short by fate, cut short by old prophesies, cut short by the a...cient texts which had been found amongst the roots of this ancient tree. The vines continued to descend, slowly winding around her universally-feminine body. I knew her well enough to notice her subtle shudder of nervousness, of uncertainty, even though she, more than anyone else in the galaxy, had flawlessly memorized every minute detail of. That evidence was now used to bend his will to her demands. “Are you serious?” he asked in a last-ditch attempt to change her mind. “Never been more.” she answered. “You must both be crazy!” Ruth said, as she turned to go upstairs to her bedroom. Martha’s eyes didn’t give Brad any chance. Reluctantly he grabbed his daughter’s arm as she was going past him and pulled her back, his 5ft 10, 180-pound muscled body no match for the girl. “Let me go, Dad.” she said, knowing his loyalty was torn. The legs were cut off by a sun dress at mid-thigh. The dress was slightly higher in the back due to a protruding rear. He shook his head. "Damn at the construction of that" he thought.He got to the front of the line and ordered. Moved down, received his food and then found a table near the middle of the room. After filling his drink, he sat down, looked up, and she was sitting a booth across from him. Her booth was turned perpendicular to his vision and he could see into her booth. Now he could. During the shuttle ride, whenever the bus hit a bump or pothole Annika’s breasts bounced and her dress slipped down exposing a bit more of her large, barely constrained, pushed-up breasts, and the hem climbed further up her thighs. ‘If she doesn’t take some action, mother’s nipples and pussy are going to be exposed,’ Denise thought, and again reflected on her more frequent use of vulgarity. Denise soon realized her mother was aware of the situation, yet she sat calmly, only pulling upwards on.