I didn’t have a very good voice, but there was no one else around to hear. Gently placing it on the stand, I rubbed my hand lightly over the autogra...hs. Jimi Hendrix. Jerry Garcia and Phil Lesh. John Sebastian. And a small scribble at the bottom, barely legible. John Lennon. Her very first autograph. She had met him on a beach in Florida, where they were resting in between dates. It was their first U.S. tour. They were known, but not as famous as they would become, so they could still walk a. You can’t look but you can touch all you want.”“Well, that’s OK then,” Phil replied. “We’ve got to get moving.”The class schedule was easier now that the group had three vehicles when they registered. Phil and Hailey tried to make their schedules as similar as possible. Tiffany and Molly did the same thing. It was easier for them because they were in different disciplines. Phil and Hailey had found they couldn’t travel together on Tuesdays and Thursdays unless they wanted to spend 90 minutes in. And admiring her delicious ass, “God, sis, I never get tired of your butt!”“I should hope not, and on that point, perhaps we should just sell ... I happen to know that with what we would get for it, we’d be set for life. How about it, bro? I know that the circumstances are a pain, but wouldn’t you like to trade the daily hustle for the leisure of the idle rich? You could be an old-fashioned country gent, loaded and not worried about money ever again,” Wendy proposed, making an alarming and. She was suddenly a small child. She was a little boy. And as sherecognised the dungarees and stripy t-shirt she was wearing she had abarely credible realisation of who she had turned into.2Abigail did a double take down at her diminutive body.She had become her son. She had become Sammie.There was a long moment of utter disbelief and panic and then itsubsided completely, to be replaced instead with a profound curiosity.She'd actually turned into a little boy - into her own son!Realising.