This time thetingle had been on her stomach. She looked down and saw that the fathad gone. Her stomach was flatter than it had ever been. But her h...pswere now an obvious problem. Minutes later and all her improvementswere complete. Getting dressed again in the clothes she had removed shealmost laughed as she pulled her belt tighter than she could everremember it going. She headed up the stairs to stuff herself stupid onpizza.Duncan would love the new her, she considered, later that. The picture showed me sitting on top of something which looked like a chair resting on top of a cart, with all the tubing connecting into the back of it. It was clear I was holding what remained of Paula’s left hand.With that done I felt myself using the place in my head to scan ever hundredth of a millimeter of Paula’s body. I don’t know how long the scan took, but in my head, I saw every bit of damage from her broken bones all the way down to the blood cells from the burst capillaries under. “It won’t bite. Touch it. Feel it.”“What if I do something wrong? I want to be a good wife.”He tried not to laugh.“You won’t do anything wrong. Besides, tonight is not about me. It’s all about you. I want tonight to be everything you imagined it could be so, I will do want I think you might like, but you can do anything you want.”Lori beamed up at him as she held a cock in her hand for the first time.“It’s bigger than I imagined it might be.”“Is that a problem?”“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find. “I want men who have smelled powder and know how to use a bayonet in their place — you still can use a bayonet, Greenaway?” he asked, signing the document before him.“Indeed, Sir, I said, wondering where this strange conversation was leading.The Duke blotted the document, and then pushed it across the desk.“There you are, Greenaway. Promotion to Lieutenant Colonel, and appointed commander of the newly formed regiment of Lincolnshire Militia, amalgamated from two former militia regiments. Your.