He sat next to her and began asking rather personal questions. She got uncomfortable since folks didn’t talk about such things except sometimes amon... womenfolk. He expected that and reassured her that he had helped many wives and these were important things for him to know. He explained that after years of the same thing people often look for something new. If she ate cornbread and beans every day she would start thinking about hamburgers or something. She could understand that.He further. My lips squeeze that super sensitive, fully swollen pleasure button. You can feel the waves of pleasure spreading fast to every inch of your exposed body…not just on the surface but deep within you, to your very core. Your breath is coming in gasps as you slide into super excitement. My tongue flicks across the exposed head of your clitoris and you feel a lightening bolt of sexual excitement race everywhere at once. Oh, please, let that happen again. Oh, yes… Now my tongue is running across. Smoke billowed from my cheeks, the flesh hissed and crackled, the rank spell of fried meat filled my nostrils. She ripped her hands away, and my melted cheeks tore off with them, leaving two raw handprints with black outlines on the sides of my face. I shrieked, staring wide-eyed at the ruin that had become my visage, the pain, oh, the pain burning like her hands were still there, like the fire was moving beneath the flesh. She gazed at me, my screaming portrait reflected in her merciless eyes,. .. since, uh, she tried to heal her stepmom: That was it. She tried to get it to turn her microscopic vision on and zoom in on Mom's injuries, and then have it do whatever it was it did when it changed things at the cellular level. All of it was gross, and she didn't understand any of it; but it had worked with Dad, and (shudder) Deborah. But nothing had happened. Mom must've... healed herself?Well, she's into that faith-healing stuff. "Mister Nestor, I have to be alone with my Super-Brain. I.