Paul had wanted to know everything. Could he kiss her face? The burns? Could he touch them? Would it hurt anything? Would it hurt Lois? Could he cause...an infection? Could he disturb something?"They just call it 'plastic surgery, ' Son," the doctor had said. "She's not really made of plastic. You just show her you love her. I don't think anything you do can hurt her, and even if you do hurt her, I doubt she'll notice."There were procedures -- salves and liquid solutions -- that would assure no. I hardly know where to start.? She reached out and grabbed his cock. ?Iguess I could start here. This is going to take a while, you know. Rememberwhat I did yesterday, when you said one word? Remember when I said I wouldhave doubled it if you had said two words? Well, this time you said eight words.Yes, I think this is going to be very unpleasant for you.? Jack was quietly sobbing by this time. He knew there was nothing he coulddo to stop the coming pain. Even so, he wasn't really prepared for. "I was told yesterday there'd be no more public humiliation," Ginawhined."That's true, no more as punishment," Sarah said, "but we never saidwe'd stop heaping loving abuse on a close friend and hopefully...sister?"Gina cocked her head. "Is that why everyone's hovering around?" And being nice to you," Beth said. "I even resisted eating the lastcinnamon crunch bagel, so you'd have one." That IS serious," Gina said with a grin. "Does that mean you'd want meto stay Gina? Even after what I did. . couldn’t we?”“Jo! What the fuck are you talking about? I’m your brother! That’s wrong, and you know it!” I almost screamed at the top of my lungs. And yet, her idea got caught in the cobwebs of my mind. My sister sure wouldn’t qualify as the ugliest girl in the world, that’s for sure. Okay, maybe she wasn’t as developed as some of her friends. Even at sixteen, she was still only an A-cup. She’d asked me, several times before, when she’d finally get bigger boobs. I tried to chalk it up to her.