I think, going to be pretty boring. My mother says that we can miss nearly all of it except for the final signing of documents. She says it will be a ...reat experience. I hoped Grandpa would be able to come along, but he is busy fighting a war in the universe Bekta Delta.”“Who is he fighting?”“My mother said he led a surgical strike to kill the Ghoul queen and he is now after those jellyfish/slug beasties. They are real nasties. He found another two women who my mother’s sure will also become. If you don't birth them soon, the ones that aren't dead yet will die too." I nod and force the change, feeling my fur spread. My ears lengthen. My tail bone extends into a long, furry tail. Usually I enjoy this feeling, but right now I am in too much pain to notice it. I whimper and yelp, more pain burning inside my stomach. In this form the sensation isn't as intense. The pain is a little less. I feel something else, a rippling feeling moving from my stomach toward my hips. And suddenly, I. “Paul! Telephone,” my Mom called.I hurried from my room expecting to hear Jeryl’s voice. We had gotten in the habit of chatting on the phone a couple times a week since we mostly saw each other on Fridays or Saturdays.“Hello?”“Is this Paul Taylor?” I was surprised to hear a man’s voice.“Yes, it is. May I help you?”The man chuckled. “Maybe, but I’d like to think that I can help you. My name is Steve Abraham, from the law firm of Powell, Anderson, and Schmidt. I’d like to arrange a time to meet. When I got back into the living room, Zena got up to do her thing in the bathroom. I sat on the couch as Betsy and Joanie, who were still sitting on the floor in front of the couch, began commenting."It's all little again," Joanie said. "I like it better when it sticks up, big and hard." Me, too," Betsy said, "I know how to make it big again real quick." How, Betsy? Show me," Joanie pleaded."All you have to do is just hold it and squeeze it gently, along with his round things underneath. It'll.