She stood there with her perfect body, breasts that were stunning and her crease easily visible in her thong, a perfect cameltoe. "What a perfect body...you have, girl, just perfect," Lynn commented to her friend. "Oh, yeah, that's a little work I had done. Look at these boobs, no implants, they were big enough but brought up to sixteen-year old elevation. Nice, huh?" Lynn and I both allowed that they were perfect. "Found a guy to do them in exchange for a weekly examination of his handiwork and. Julie JacksonThe first thought I had was that she had to sign her whole name; as if I wouldn't know who wrote the email. My second thought was what a pile of bullshit. She just didn't want to confront me with her decision in person. Well I'll have something special for my good old buddy Jerry when I see him, my boot up his ass.I wasn't surprised that the major emotion that I felt was anger. My fiancée and best friend had betrayed me; it hurt and tore me up inside, but the main emotion was. "And while we're at it...what are you?" Well, Night Angel babies, as it turned out her name was Transvestia Transgendera Vaginoplasty-Jones ("Call me Nancy") and not only was she the veritable femmepersonification of the Fairy in the Moon, it turned out that she had actually come from the moon for the sole purpose of granting Horatio three wishes! Well, doesn't that just make your nipples tingle? (mine too). "You get Three Wishes," she told him. "The Wish of the Maiden, the Wish of the Mother,. It was a sculpture of two people, a man and a woman, kneeling, looking into each other’s eyes and holding each other’s forearms. The figures were about eight inches in height, crudely moulded and almost featureless. They knelt upon a rough, but level iron base that was about an inch in depth. Though simple, the artefact had a genuine quality to it that made it a nice little piece. Cassie sighed softly as she looked at the artefact, not in frustration, but in sorrow. The friend who had handed.