He didn't know why he was going through with this, only that it felt like he was possessed, or desperately in need. Only a scant couple of hours earli...r he had been texting a contact he had made on online. His wife was at work his c*****n at school. No one would need to know. He had showered and clipped and shaved his pubes. His mind a haze as he used an enema to clean out his bowels. He felt good. He felt clean. He did everything he could to keep from sliding his hand along his now small. Some days now, her creator, whose name she now knew to be Pygmalion, would spend all day and all night caressing her flesh, and she knew it to be flesh, looking for a single imperfection, making only a single strike with one of his finest tools to shave off a single protrusion or deepen a single curve. During this time, Galatea yearned, aching for the strike that would free her from some irritation she didn't even know she had.Then, for three days, he touched her, running his hands over her. Intoxicating,” I put it mildly.“Sounds like a prize recruit, if you ask me. My name’s Henryk Albert Van De Boer. Yes, that’s right. I am ... Frankie’s father. This is my wife, her mother. Giovanna. Also my moon-mate. We are, in fact, the only actual ... married couple in the usual sense here. We left South Africa together in 1954. We were done with apartheid. She was from Italian Somaliland, originally from Italy itself, but fled during the Second World War.“We all nearly died from snakebite,. GREATONE69: Hello Erika, how are you this evening?ME: Hi there, I'm doing okay, thanks. ( now I should tell you that Igenerally only chat with people online if they have a photo in theirprofile. His profile did have a pic, it was kind of hard to see, asthese photos are a bit small, anyways he had a beard.)GREATONE69: well that's good, my name is Wayne by the way. I really likeyour profile pic btw.ME: Thanks, nice to meet you Wayne. I like your pic as well.GREATONE69: So what are you up to.