It was almost as if someonespilled carbonated water on his entire body as his hair stood on end.Burning without the heat, it started to dissolve. From...his arms to hischest, body and legs, it all began to dissipate. Even on his face he feltthe sizzle, the follicles disappearing. Ryan shivered at the chillrunning over his body without all his body hair. He knelt there, smalland hairless, yelling into the tape to be let go as the girls glared downat him.Fwoosh! He blinked as he felt something. "Reaching up Kiyone touched her ubiquitous headband. Not surprised when her fingers came away bloody. She probed the wound. Finding most of the bleeding had stopped."It's not bad." She said. "No time right now." Ryoko nodded, understanding completely."Could've tossed the gun down somewhere." Ryoko mused. "The one by the lake shore wasn't packing ether." Did you?" Kiyone asked evenly."No, left 'em breathing. You?" Tied to a tree." She shrugged. "Old habits die hard." Any ideas?" Ryoko asked. There were also some tanks on display including British ones as well as a big German Tiger and the new American Sherman with the hatch open so you could look inside and see the breech of the cannon. Machine guns and artillery, including a German 88, were in the show and, of course, there was a busy booth where war bonds were being sold.The family ate lunch in the gallery’s cafeteria and then boarded the Friendship Heights streetcar for the ride home. Rigby was eager to get back to the P-51. He sighed and wagged his head again and picked up another paper to read.He perked up when he read the title of the paper: "Why I Am Gay" by Brandon Gray. He read it with increasing interest and enjoyment. Not only was the essay well-written and almost free of grammatical errors, it was revealing, provocative, graphic, and arousing. He felt his prick tingling and stiffening. He brushed a hand on his crotch.Brandon Gray, he thought. Yes, third period, junior English. Yes.He stroked his cock as he.