"I thrust, her ass locked down on me for an instant, then she thrust backat me. Over and over, the rhythm of thrust, squeeze, thrust. I could feelmy d...ck so deep in her.. I reached around and held her cock, pulsing witheach wave of pleasure, and swelling with each of my thrusts, as if my owncock was passing through her and into my own hand. In and out of her. Inand out. In and out. Deeper and deeper.I could feel my own swelling, my own building climax. Each time she pushedback against me, her. In the kitchen, people hide things inside the stove and refrigerator, and inside canisters of flour and sugar. I opened the fridge and saw that it had been cleaned out so that the food wouldn't spoil. I found a few canisters, but they had already been emptied out.The pattern continued through the rest of the first floor - every hiding place I checked showed signs of being previously searched. Lamps had been opened, light fixtures had been pulled out to look above the ceiling, toilet tanks had. It was myGrandmother, closely followed by my Grandfather. There wasn't any doubtabout the way I looked, I still wore the skirt, blouse, and the remainsof my makeup, surely streaked. In other words, I looked like I felt.My Grandmother sat on the bed next to me, and when I broke out cryingagain, she held me in her arms. Then..."I went," Grandpa said, "and talked to that bookie. He said heunderstands your problem, but he did the best for you that he could. Hesaid that he couldn't simply write it. Gabe rushed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. His teeshirt now swallowed him, coming down to his knees. His eyes were bluenow, and dark black hair grew out from his head. His face looked like ateenage girl, probably around the same age as Dee. He put his hands tohis chest and felt two fleshy bumps underneath his shirt. He pulled hisshirt off and gasped at what he saw - his flat stomach, skinny arms, andtits hanging from his chest, the nipples erect from the sudden chill.