Well, Pete was up, of course, or he couldn't have made his way anywhere since he had never been a sleepwalker and he wasn't about to become one. Let's...just say that no one else was up when Pete made his way to his lab.He had concluded that he would need to know the subject's weight within ten pounds plus or minus. Megan was obsessive about her weight and kept a journal of daily weigh-ins. Since she kept the journal in the same drawer as her panties he knew her weight exactly (he hadn't stolen. At the end of twenty-one weeks Matilda snapped her fingers and intoned, ‘Kevie, heal thyself and emerge from your deep sleep.’ He awoke, cured of shyness and natural indisposition to women socially. He wondered where those twenty-one weeks had gone. ‘Gawd, Matilda, you are stunning. Marry me?’ ‘When?’ ‘Today hopefully.’ ‘Where?’ ‘At a Presbyterian Church on Manhattan Island.’ ‘I can’t,’ sobbed Matilda. ‘Why not?’ ‘I’m Catholic.’ ‘Goodbye, dear Matilda, said Kevie, handing her the $15,000 fee. What my daughter has done to you is horrible, and maybe unforgivable. I only hope that you can rise above what she has done to you and remember all the good times you have had. Please think about the consequences of whatever action you are planning to take. I ... I ... I wish if I had had a son he would have been like you". I could hear her choke back a sob as she clicked off.It was too late on a Friday night to see a regular divorce attorney, but I had a friend from the Army who practiced. With her body shaking, bare toes grasping around the sheets, she was completely under Sara's control. If she was denied the erupting fire spreading through her young, virgin body, she would surely die."So you will do what I want, no matter what?" Yes, anything," Lisa moaned and tried to force her pussy towards the girl's fingers. It was not enough."Good little girl," Sara said, pinching her nipple harder. Then she returned to caressing Lisa's pussy, harder and faster than before. A finger slid.