. private areas, the area that we all keep covered.“It came out my vagina, darlin’. And it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.”I had no idea what a son-...f-a-bitch was, but I nodded again. Out of her vagina? This had gone from silly to ridiculous. My vagina was way too small for anything other than my finger. The copy must be pretty small, I thought.“Did your copy grow to be regular size?” I asked.“I dunno, I never saw it afterwards,” she said. “I guess so. It was this big when it came out.”The. It was then that tears slid down her cheek for she realised that was what she was and that her only contribution to a relationship was to 'fuck like a dog'The men turned to investigate. One leaned towards Charlie. "You are not serious, you can do better than that; she isn't even attractive"."She is a woman and she has tits and William that is my first port of call, tits; if they haven't got them I'm not interested." There was silence for a moment till Charlie got up. "I'm going to ask her to. Her hand crept into my pants and held my penis, which gradually hardened in her warm grasp. “Oh, it’s big,” she said, opening her eyes in an exaggerated way and popping her lips into an “O”. She smiled and licked her lips, then I kissed her again. I undid her top and the back of her brassiere, then she sat back and put her arms over her head. “Take it off,” she told me. I pulled the top over her arms and her bra came with it. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, with thimble sized nipples. You aren't going to kill us or anything like that. Just fix matters so that the police won't be looking for us." That I cannot do," said Madame Suzcha. "The authorities have read the note. They have investigated your schemes. They will continue to be searching for H. James Whitley and Charles van Zandt III." She paused for effect. "But you two will no longer be those men." Impossible!" Whitley said. "What are you a make-up artist? Or is there a plastic surgeon hiding in here somewhere?".