Girls listen to their mother and don't fight with their younger brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a girl. I even hate the sound of that...word. Mom also was starting to convince Mike that I liked wearing dresses. She was always saying little things like that and he actually is starting to believe her. I wanted to scream out that she was lying but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that. Those pictures would be the ruin of me if they ever got out. I realized then that there. Top to bottom, using the tips of my fingers, maybe an inch out from the bone and pushing the skin in, then pulling it back out. It was tighter at either end; up near her neck and just above her butt.By this time she was just so much dead weight. It would have taken a conscious effort for her to get up off the bed. I started on her left leg, just below her butt, thumbs in the middle, hands going around and down the sides. At least as far as I could with her nightgown on. I kneaded that leg from. “That’s fine, just note it on your time sheet and block the weeks you want to on your schedule,” I replied.“How are things in EIT land?” I asked.“Very busy trying to keep up with all the email connections associated with the Prince’s computer. Stop by on your way through the tunnel and look at some of the more interesting ones,” he replied.“I want all the emails printed out of the Prince’s account as far back as you can go, before the account disappears. I want a hard copy record. Make sure. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl." Carl?" you say questioningly, without actually meaning to do so. "I mean okay, Carl."The Blob...~ ahem ~...Carl, outlines the details again."I.