Annette handed me my sack lunch.“Oh. Annette, this is Rob. Rob, my girlfriend Annette,” I said. Their eyes met and I could almost see the spark. T...ere went my girlfriend. I just knew they’d get together and I’d be without.“Are you keeping track of my guy today, Rob?” Annette said.“Didn’t intend to, but we’ve got a few classes together.”“Well, if you’re his friend, you’re mine. We’re going to the bleachers outside while the weather’s still decent. You can join us if you want,” Annette. I felt my ears twitch as I realized something else. My voice had also changed. It still sounded like me, only it was now a full octave deeper. I spoke a few words and enjoyed the low, rumbling sound that was produced.This went on for a while before another sound caught my attention. This one was far more distant and much fainter, yet I could clearly hear it. It sounded like someone walking. I strained to listen and quickly became convinced that one of my relatives was up and about. I had no. Well I agreed after he convinced me that I was a very experienced bottom that I would handle it ok,so we talked to the owner and he was happy to hire a American bottom that was smooth shaven and slim with a ass that most females would envy,so he explained how it worked and he said you be a hour early so my host can prep you,he said you pay me a small fee and this buys your bed for the night ,you will have a guy that is your fluff guy he will be beside you and get the tops ready and hard for. Startled she saw that she did recognize the language after all, it was modern English. True, the letters were a little strange but the style was actually quite engaging. A pleasure on the eye in fact. Writing her first impression off to being tired, Miriam concentrated on what this meant. ‘That this book isn’t all that old after all,’ she concluded. ‘The first page might have been written some time before the rest, but that is the remote possibility. Hmm, judging from the words I’d say it’s.