Creatures could create other creatures - butonly once, and only through a special ceremony. He told me that'creatures' such as what I was going to bec...me, and prophets like himself,existed in the world since the beginning of time, but for obvious reasonstheir existence was kept secret from the world.He told me that I'd probably look the way I would have looked, at my newage, if I'd been born a girl; there still would be the same familialresemblance. There was one more thing he needed to discuss. " That's the spirit," Scott smiled.Kate hid her shock and disgust as the two men casually entertainedcheating and womanizing. "So, what will it be, guys?" she asked.John deferred to Scott in an unusual move allowing him to order for bothof them. Kate then walked off with their order but not before hearingmore of their conversation. "That was weird," John admitted."You're going to have to get used to it, buddy," Scott smiled.***At the university, John made the rounds on his three girlfriends as. It was his cock that started out hard until it confronted the icy cold reality of his wife. Beatrice was more than just frigid, she was mean and vindictive about it. She excelled at laying humiliating guilt trips on her husband whom she blamed for leaving her cold in bed. She had claimed to be a hot-mama when Vic first dated her, but she was cold comfort as so as she had a ring on her finger and a grip on his ball, figuratively speaking.She demeaned his manly prowess which she called. . kicky-panty-down time . . . for both of us! Help! Oh, help!?St. Cloud let them in and quickly ascertained the cause of their terror. She locked both thick, oaken doors, and then secured the iron bars that protected each window. ?Don’t worry, girls,? she said, ?bricks and mortar and iron and heavy wood are all a lot sturdier than straw or sticks. Buck up; our panties aren’t down yet!?Just then came a voice from outside:?Porcelinas, porcelinas,I’ll soon be tasting your vaginas!?The three.