We had hiked our collars up to shield our faces from the stinging lash, and pulled our hands into our sleeves, or our skin would have been as torn and...excoriated as we found our clothing to be when the winds finally subsided. Upon our escape from the smothering thicket, we found the sea had calmed its assault upon the shore, but our whereabouts remained a complete mystery.How many hours had passed since our traverse through Professor Bergeron's apparatus we could not count, only our numbers. Soon Margo was looking at her reflection and admiring her new 'porn star' look, that nasty fuck slut is ready to get fucked hard, she thought. Tom got the last of the computer gear he had brought out of his car and closed the car door. As he walked down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom to start setting up the computer his head was swimming of horny thoughts aimed at his 'girlfriends' mom. Visions of her bending over and unashamedly exposing all her charms to him, only to give him that sly. My redhair cascaded down my chest, ending right above my nipples! Unable to controlmyself, I began hugging myself and jumping up and down, yelling, "yes, yes,YES!" Finally I spun around and hugged Dr. Lawrence."I'm finally ME!" I cried, throwing my arms around him, "I am finally who Iwas meant to be all along! No longer trapped in a body I never fit! Oh goddoc! It's perfect... PERFECT!"The doctor just smiled and gently disengaged himself from my embrace. "I'mglad you like my handiwork." He. " With our train?" With our train."Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the engineer."But the bridge is unsafe," urged the conductor."No matter," replied Forster; "I think that by putting on the very highest speed we might have a chance of getting over." The devil!" muttered Passepartout.But a number of the passengers were at once attracted by the engineer's proposal, and Colonel Proctor was especially delighted, and found the plan a very feasible one. He told stories about.