Emily once again sat in the waiting room, accompanied by three other patients who were obviously waiting their turn in the funhouse. I was relieved to...notice that she was dressed differently this time; I'd hate to think she was still waiting since my last appointment."Hi, Amy!" Hi, Emily." I sat in an empty chair to her right. "How are you doing?" Still short. How 'bout you - still a guy?"This had the unfortunate result of attracting everyone's attention to yours truly. Magazines plopped on the. Although Margie was warned she was surprised how good the food was; she was also surprised at the knowledge Charlene had of a place so “out of the road” and how Southern her food choices were. Charlene didn’t ask her and ordered for both; as an appetizer, she asked for “fried green tomatoes”, followed for a dish of Crab Cakes for an entrée, with a small bowl of corn chowder. After dinner they had coffee with Irish Cream. The place was small and no cards were accepted. After paying the bill,. The sight of her friend getting her ass and face blasted with nigger cum brought Abigail to her climax, and she let out a high pitched little squeal despite her best efforts to stay silent. She didn't think anyone heard her, though, with all the other noises. Still, she pulled away from the door, holding her breath, motionless.Christabel suddenly stepped to the closet door and pulled it open. Abigail gasped, yanking her hand out from between her legs. Her dress was pulled up, her frilly pink. She walked past the coffin-like healing machine without a glance, stopping in front of the portal to Chaos to wait. She had expected them within moments, but it had been some minutes now and nothing.As she paced, she started talking to herself, "I know things have been a little different on Chaos lately but what could possible cause this kind of delay?"She heard three distinct chimes and froze in her tracks. She heard the healing machine top slide to the side, her head whipped around and she.