She was about five foot five, long brown hair, green eyes, and her skin was like ivory."Who are you? This cannot be Earth technology! Its way too adva...ced, but you look human? How do these drinks just appear out of thin air? How is he still alive? Not that I am not glad he is alive ... Ken is like a brother to me. But he should be dead from that fall."With a sad smile, she looked over at Ted."When I rescued Ken, he was in a deep coma. He had a broken back, shattered legs, a ruptured spleen, and. I had no choice. I reluctantly sat down in a chair and took off my shoesand sox's.All of the women gasp when they saw my pink toenails.It became worst when I dropped my pants.There I stood, in front of them, in my pink thong!They all had their mouths open.Finally, when I took off my shirt, they all cheered.For what was standing in front of them was truly a feminine andsubmissive young man.Cara asked me to turn around so everyone could see my back side.Was he wearing a bikini or thong they. She and been hoping that she and Beth would have a table tothemselves. Martha hid her disappointment well and continued to put onher charm.During the lunch Beth would look around-while trying to pay attention tothe conversation. She looked at the splendor of the club, everything wasbeautiful. Every woman was dressed to the max, no one wore a dress thatcost less than $300, including Beth. There was a definite elitism tothe club.When Beth was Ken he used to dream and desire a life like this. . And so the conversation shifted from one boring topic to the next. What we absolutely did not discuss was incest. Even though it was clear that we were all thinking about it. Nor did we discuss the changes that had come over us, the holes in our memories, or anything even remotely related. I had to imagine this is what it felt like to be one of the participants in those studies where you are asked which of two equal length lines is shorter after witnessing a dozen people claim the top one is..