"She was excited about the answer and didn't realise that I pushed my thoughts into her mind."Can you do this?" Yes, I can." Will you show me? I won't...say anything to anybody on my honour." I know you wouldn't say anything or I would never let you know about the commune."Her eyes opened wide and she started to stutter. Her thought process was the same. She finally got out in a whisper, "Your lips didn't move." Nope. Sometimes it might be good to pretend you are talking when you think. It makes. Of course it was short, it always was. With legs like mine,why wouldn't you show off a little? Besides, I loved how the boys alwaystried to sneak peaks. They thought they were being so sneaky, but Ialways knew. Knew and loved it. What fun would class be if I couldn'tgive the boys a little show every now and then.Speaking of shows, it was time to get one started here just for me. Abig show, as it turned out, and all mine. I leaned forward, my slenderfingers working his belt buckle.His cock was. I wondered what he had done with myold body - was it destroyed? And even if by some miracle it was stillintact, he would never switch me back into it, not with me being hisBride and all. So I was stuck. I was a woman, and would be one for aslong as I lived.I cried for a while over the loss of my old life, and then steadiedmyself to meet the challenge I had at the moment. I was a non-person,and a captive of Vic's insanity, and really had no choice but to try andmake the best of things.I got off. We had a nice discussion about a couple of recent movies. Alona came to the realization that I was a real person and not just a stereotype. She suddenly became interested in Magda’s and my relationship. Only one futon, and it queen size. She fished, but we were elusive. She flirted, subtly, but I let her know, subtly, that her flirtations, while appreciated, were misdirected. This intrigued her no end, and she was still trying to puzzle it all out when we all went to bed. The next night she.