That one word, just five letters. So simple, so ordinary. Yet how do I explain all the emotions – confusion, longing, apprehension, anger, fear and ...ven awkward embarrassment that came with it? Just the name launched a tsunami within me, a shockwave similar to that caused by someone casually turning up at a party accompanied by a five-hundred-pound gorilla. That had never happened – not to me, anyway – but I could imagine how it would feel: casually chatting with a cocktail in one hand,. What a strange dream! I was actually Howard. Thank you for your help." Relieved, the nurse put down my tray and left. I picked at my food and watched fascinated by my small hands that held the fork. As I brought the food to my mouth I glimpsed my large tits, and that held my attention for a few seconds. I got over the shock and continued the upward swing to my mouth. My lips felt much fuller than they had been, but my mouth was definately smaller, forcing me to take smaller bites than I was. Can you come over for the funeral?" Yes, honey, I'll be right over." I knew this was nothing, but to a four year old it meant a lot.I arrived at the apartment and Angel came to the door. "Brad, we have a slight problem. I was going to flush Goldie down the toilet and Sara said she wants to have a funeral and Goldie needs to be buried."Sara came into the room with little tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry about Goldie, honey. Do you want another fish?" No, daddy, I just want to bury Goldie. Mommy was. So far, the guy had not said a word, but was constantly looking around for what I figured to be an escape route. Nightfox said, "The guy's looking around for someone to rescue him. We need to look around so someone doesn't shoot him."I turned to a deputy, "Get your spare vest and put it on the guy. Let's get him in a protected vehicle and get him out of sight. One of you other men, check with the front desk to see if another single man has checked in this morning. I want them investigated while.