They had blustered and preened, insisting that a no-name couldn't carry a production with this much potential.Tate and Ben gave all the men and women ...he same spiel: no casting decisions were to be revealed yet and, in any case, almost all the decisions had already been made. They would put together a list of interested talent and let them know if the interest was mutual. The large studios were trying to play catch up and failing. They had no script writers on their staffs. They had no scripts. I could see my uncle talking to Charles trying to clam him down as the door to my bedroom crashed open and my aunt stormed in. I turned towards her begging her not to hurt me, but she just pulled me away from the window and told me I was in real trouble now and she would not be able to protect me from Charles. She told me she would be sending me back to my mother by the end of the week.She then turned and walked out of the room. I fell to the bed and started crying, I must have been crying for. Only You and I are here.... for now atleast." "Well.... OK". I thought she was ready to drop, after her performance on stage, and I spoke, "Do you remember........." "Yes, I do remember. If your stare- session is what you are referring to. I think I might enjoy it as well." I thought, "I am sure you will enjoy it a lot, madam....you may not want me to stop......atleast I hope you do not ask me to stop." "Now........ tell me which part of my body do you want to stare at?" She asked in a soft,. She rolled over and most of the ache vanished. Cool, a quick to trip to the bathroom and all would be right with the world. She swept the sheet off her body, swung her feet to the floor, and then froze in amazement at the sight of the one-eyed monster of a penis jutting from between her legs."Holy fucking crap," she whispered. The charm had gone too far this time. She had grown comfortable with the changes to her body. Hell, she had been delighted with them. What girl wouldn't? Perfect hair,.