‘Yes ma’am.’ ‘That goes for my daughter, my son or my husband.’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ Light Heart acknowledged, following her again down a hall...and ending up at a kitchen where a tall older woman stood near a counter kneading what appeared to be dough. Silver streaks ran through her hair that was tied neatly in a bun and hinted at her maturity. Her black clothes were starched underneath an apron that was riddled with flour and some other stain that Light Heart couldn’t distinguish. ‘Ms. Patricia, this. Right after I got off the phone with Lisa he called Donna, she has been agood friend for the last four years. They meet as a part of the workshophe took as she was one of the instructors. He had always admired herspirit, you would swear that you could actually feel the warmth of herheart, she was the kind of person that could make you feel good just bystanding next to you. Donna had meet Lisa a few times at lunch with Craigand they got along great together, Craig though part of the reason. I was going with another high school girlfriend Megan, and we were already one week into our trip.We were at the train station getting tickets to go from Florence to Venice. A all day train ride. We were able to get the crowded Express, which meant we would get there sooner, but there was going to be long stretches of not stopping. I managed to get a seat across from Megan, right next to the door, and settled in, careful to make sure my short skirt didn’t give anyone any views, by keeping my. The same thing was happening with the others, they all seemed to be pushing these solid lumps inside me. I opened my eyes, and that's when I could see what was happening.The tentacles had become translucent, I could only clearly see the one in my mouth, and inside it was egg, after egg, each about the size of golf ball, lining up to be injected into me . It was oddly blissful. I looked down to see that my stomach had grown quite large, I was quite obviously bloated with eggs, and still more.