The coffee shop was almost deserted. Cerys emerged from the taxi festooned with shopping bags, each of which carried the name of some designer brand o... other. Amongst them, Allison noticed, were two carrying the logo of ‘Style with Restraint’.Half falling through the door of the coffee shop she collapsed into an armchair. “Who’d have thought spending money could be so exhausting!” she exclaimed.“So, Gordon is still around then,” Allison laughed, knowing that Cerrie’s job would never have funded. Coming once more into view she left the room turning out the light as she left.He rose then, taking his beer with him as he paused at the stereo and turned it off. Remembering how he'd never liked this type of music until he'd seen her shadow dancing to it on her home's rear patio. Since then, he'd developed a taste for it from repeated listenings, her lithe form dancing before his mind's eye each time he heard it.Climbing the stairs he wondered for the millionth time if he should really make. And after all, you're here to see these, aren't you?"Donna hefted her large breasts and presented them to him. She was delighted to see his eyes widen."Um, yes. Well. When did this start?" Well, I first noticed it yesterday morning," explained Donna. "My hair and boobies kept growing all day yesterday, but they seemed to have stopped. Susan, my campaign manager, is really worried about it, but I don't know why. I figure I just developed a little late in life. I look great and I feel marvelous,. When put that way, Barrachus thought, it almost made sense. It had to happen again sooner or later. What puzzled him was the fact that the Seers had not been able to predict his coming. Or had they? He nearly missed a step as a chill ran down the old man's spine.What if they did know, and for reasons of jealousy or fear, or who knew what else, (Seers were an odd sort, not remotely fitting his definition of sane) they had decided to end this boy's illustrious career before it began-- with a.