So when I had had my fill of his distorted views of what Joey's and my lives would have been like, I started going off on him about how he had ruined ...y twins' lives, and all he really cared about was his plan to use his 'girls' in some kind of power quest.Shit, did I ever open a can of angry worms when I said that. Up to that point he was tolerant of my accusations and angry attitude, but he wasn't about to let me call his and his father's life's work something as petty as obtaining greater. It crossed the space between them and landed on her back pack. Then other jet, this one landing on the ground in front of her. Then a third, forth and fifth. The volume and energy of the jet reduced until the gardener was left stroking a dripping, limp, 6 inch member. Only now could sister Joanne speak."Oh dear Mr Robins, does it do that everyday"?"Oh yes, sometimes a few times"."When will it happen again"."If you were to help it could happen real soon, you can hold him that would. A snaketouched my left shoulder and I squeaked again, squinted down to see somedark tendril creep into my vision.It wasn't a snake - it was hair. A few moments later and I had one comingforward over my right shoulder too. Not only was my hair growing at amiraculous speed, it was growing into plaits - just like the mirrorgirl's.I swallowed nervously, tweaked one plait and then the other to feel thecorresponding pressure on my scalp. A premonition of how this was goingto end was looking at me. Mary was posed in front of me, feet spread apart, pelvis thrust aggressively forward. The pose made her exposed dark bush, freshly washed and fluffed up, seem almost obscenely erotic. Held across her chest like a pipe major's baton was a riding crop. The girls posed slightly behind her and to either side. They had one foot raised on dining-room chairs. Again their bushes; Heather's like her mother's and Isobel's lighter and finer, were obscenely and erotically displayed. The message was clear..