Linda seemed to find the sound amusing as she poured glasses of champagne for each of her guests. Sipping their champagne, they all strolled slowly b...ck to me. With giggles and lewd comments, they inspected my abused, impaled body closely.“His ass is so stretched out, look at that.”“Can’t believe that all fit in there.”“The tip has got be like right there,” my wife said, tapping my stomach above my belly button.“And his cock is still so hard. I can’t believe he hasn’t come yet.“What do you. That's scary!" Maybe they'll build dikes so they could be safe like they were in New Orleans. You'll be OK up in the hills." I know, but the place we're going to eat will be under water. We'd better enjoy it while we can." She thought a minute. "I was on a citizens committee last year to try to mediate the power plant situation. I'm vain enough to want to plug in my hair dryer any time I want. I also know that I can't do that if we don't have power stations. We have these politically inspired. But pouring over the pictures, I came across the photos of one kid, andthe images stayed with me, and I couldn't shake it. What made the pictureodd was the fact that he was a boy, but he was dressed like a girl.That wasn't the oddest thing, though. It was the fact he didn't lookunhappy about that. In fact he looked...relieved, fulfilled. It was onlyin some latter pictures of the same child that he developed a look ofhorror and despair so common among the other victims.I felt a strong need to. "Harry watched his long-time friend and partner stagger to the bathroom, bumping into the door facing, and then the door."Harry," came a whisper from outside the bedroom door, "tell my darling that I'm on my way to start the coffee."Harry got up and padded to the door. Opening it he said, "Patricia, how long have you been out there?" Oh about a half hour ... just reading and waiting for signs of life ... I recognized Liz's thumping and thudding. So, how'd it go?" Not at all like you planned,.