That's what a Phoenix does. And I can control fire, too!''Hey, birdbrain. For your information: You are NOT a Phoenix; you're a pterodactyl!''Am, too!...You're the fake Phoenix! You don't even have wings! You're just food. And I can prove I'm not a pterodactyl. Pterodactyls can't talk in other animal's heads and I can, so there!''Yeah, I've been thinking about that. How is it that you're telepathic? You're a dinosaur! Your brain is the size of a marble!''That is so ... That's just mean! Are you. " It was all I could do to hold off, then I exploded in a welcomed release. The aching in my balls was just as quickly relieved. As I ran my hands through her thick, auburn hair, I felt my energy recovering. "That was spectacular!" She looked up at me with those doe eyes, a smile of accomplishment on her face. "Consider it a granting of two wishes. Would you have a third?" "As a matter of fact...” I said as we both stood. I spun her around and sat her on the sofa. "I wish that you would spread. She was a little taller than me now. I didn't understand how except forthe benefits of posture, but I had no problem seeing her face, eventhrough my glasses. Her little piggy turned up nose looked differentnow. Straighter. Even her eyes seemed bigger, her lips fuller. Shereally did look like me, like Lucy.Then I turned to the mirror and looked. I looked at piggy eyes, madebigger than they were by over-thick glasses - glasses held up on myface by a turned up nose. Then I heard her last words. He wouldn't have been my first. I'd let one of the neighboring boys up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse me for a few weeks. But I was still a real prick-tease when I was with Steven. Now that I think of it, though, I probably would have at least given him a hand-job if he had only asked for it. My name is Katie Moore. I'm 5'8", 120 lbs., and although I'm already 18 years old I know for a fact that I look quite young for my age. I also know that I've certainly turned some heads.