It was now a girl's room."I think I know what the wand is for, Paul. Are you ready?"I nodded.He touched the wand to me head, and hair fell down around...my shoulders.He touched it to my face, and I could feel change.He touched it to my neck, and I gasped, "Oh" - my voice was higher.He touched it to each arm, and they thinned slightly.He touched it to each leg, and they became softer, shorter, and a littleplumper near the top.He took a breath, and gently touched it in the middle of my chest. Two. So he leaned into her ear. “Relax, there is no hurry. Imagine we are in our bungalow, just you and me, I am shaving you. I pull your legs apart supposedly so I can get the remaining hairs. But really, it is because I want to look at the beautiful flower between your legs, I am peeling apart your petals and insert a finger. You know this is not meant to be part of the Brazilian, but you don’t care, it feels so good.”Dave turned to see Jacques inserting a finger, and slowly pushing in and. I didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but this didn't sound good at all. I headed down to the end of Adams street where he had said the club was located. His car was sitting in the parking lot along with a couple of police cars and a fire truck. I pulled up next to Pete's car and walked out by the river where the firemen were spraying down something sitting on the gravel near the river. I walked up the officer who seemed to be in charge and said, "That's my friend, Pete's car. He. Samuels, if you don’t mind.’Of course, Stuart and I quite understand why not take the magazine borrow it until next week and something to think about when you’re alone and tucked up in bed, eh? I think not, Mr. Samuels but thanks all the same quite understand, Stuart, quite understand see you next Monday and have a really good look at the Equations on pages 6 to 7.I shall be testing you on those and don’t forget, stand up straight, that’s a good lad. I cycled home that evening feeling a little.