Jackson!” I cooed, fluttering my lashes. “Is something wrong? Am I not doing well in school?”“You're doing great in school,” he said. “And...then... I mean...” He stared down at my tits. “You're... I mean... You're acting a little... off.”“How?” I looked around. “I don't have an on/off button, do I? Do you need to flip a switch.” I grabbed his hand and shoved it up beneath my skirt to my panties. “Is it my clit. Do you need to flip my clit to turn me back on?”He ripped his hand away. “Where did. .. your wonderful hair."The fake Patricia added as 'she' brush 'her' delicate fingers throughthe length of 'her' stolen blonde tresses, appreciating their silkysmoothness and the sweet aroma. "Like I said... they're indeed in safehands...," he sneered in that same incongruous tone. However, theformer CIA veteran was impressed by the scornful smirk on Patricia'sface."No matter how convincing you look, there's no way you'll pass on asme... Not without my memories... And certainly not with that. “So when did you two start gettin’ it on?” “Shit when I moved out here I had never met a fag. I was seriously homophobic myself but, well let’s just say I really didn’t think about TJ like that until one night and a good amount of ecstasy.” “You still didn’t answer her question,’ I quickly pointed out. “Shit man, you want a date?!” “More or less,” Laura answered. “Well, let me see if I can remember this shit. I think it was Christmas Eve three years ago. That good ‘nough for ya?” “That. " Tear me!?" Emily said, clasping a hand over her crotch. "Oh my god!" Calm down!" Stephanie said. "I said that won't happen." How long do I have?" Emily asked."Well, you got knocked up yesterday morning," Stephanie said. "So you should pop tonight some time."Emily squeezed her bloated belly. "That long? Am I going to get bigger than this?"Stephanie stroked Emily's abdomen and laughed. "Yeah hon," she said. "you've still got some growing to do."Emily shoveled forkfuls of potato salad into her.