Miranda laughed, thinking she had recently had that very thought.“Just what did you think you were doing?” she asked, helping her twin sister to h...r feet for the first time in ... at least a year, maybe longer.“Well, whatever it was, it worked,” Murielle argued. “See? I look like you, now.”“Your Phoenix fire must have remembered your original body shape,” Miranda mused. “At least, now I don’t have to feed you.”“Hey! We had fun, and if I know you, you loved the thrill of being eaten!”“Still do,”. It was mostly a set of illustrations, hieroglyphs and detailed instructions with no reason or purpose explained. A knock at the door startled Sue. Finally! She got up carefully to answer the door. The heavy lusterite phallus shifted inside her. She couldn’t help but to pry at the ancient steel of the belt once again compulsively–she still had one or two unbroken fingernails. Her goal was only a few millimeters behind the ancient steel, but it may as well have been a mile. Once again she pounded. Tonight was going to be far more mundane though. There was going to be no midnight swim or sunrise landscape. Tonight was going to be filled with dirty knickers.Well, not dirty knickers exclusively but all manner of dirty clothes which needed laundering. It was roughly nine in the evening when she decided to climb out from under her bed covers, avoiding various cans and pizza boxes as she did, and jump in for a quick shower. A few minutes was all it took and she soon returned from her bathroom. Why are you here? Don’t you have anything better to do tonight? Don’t ask me when I get off and try and seem sympathetic. It’s people like you that is the reason we are open until nine pm. I decided to walk over to the fish department to get my mind off the anguish of retail for a little while. After all, the cute red head was working again and flirting with her was a necessary distraction sometimes. “Hey, Ginger,” I said jokingly as I approached the tank she was scrubbing. “I told you a.