“So,” I said boldly, having mentally primed myself for this encounter, “I guess time is money. Shall we go inside.”She chuckled, rather croaky...and I thought it might turn into a smoker’s cough. But no, she turned and opened the door. “Come in,” she said, “it’s hotter in here.” I bet it is.I followed her down the narrow passage. Turning left into a back room, I guessed the layout was the same in all these terraced houses. Furnishing was minimal but there was a soft pink glow from a table lamp. Fell. He was on his hands and knees and he felt his stomach tightening, felt it trying to push its contents up and out.He pushed back. Pushed hard. Concentrated. It was all he could do to keep things down. He crawled. Crawled. Like he had crawled in that destroyed, burning building. His body was broken. He was broken. Suddenly, he could feel the heat again. He could feel the cannery all around him, feel the walls of the cannery falling, crushing him. He couldn’t breathe again, couldn’t find a. '" Mr. Andersen mused. "We'll be down in a moment, Desiree. I think it's safer if you stay there for the time being." Uh, yessir." Desiree replied, disappearing once more down the steps."Phillips, you dog." Mr. Andersen chuckled. "I've seen that look in a woman's eyes before, but it's been a while." He was laughing quietly now, his broad shoulders bobbing up and down in his mirth. "Well, one mystery solved." he said, sobering up. "Too many more to go." True." Victor replied. "Starting with who. The WOMAN in the mirror was definitely hot. My hips had expanded yet my waist was incredibly narrow. My stomach had flattened out but I think my beer belly just migrated into my chest. I was a very full D cup! I couldn't have been more than 5' 5" and 110 pounds. My features had gotten softer and sexier. I had lips made for sucking cock. I pulled off my pants and underwear to look at my lower half. My butt was going to attract a lot of ass men, I knew. I was certainly going to be "getting it in.