He worked up the energy to get out of the bed and look out the window of the room into the front yard. It was not a dream; the yellow 1962 Checker Mar...thon sitting in his driveway proved it wasn’t.It all came emotionally pouring back into him. He shook. He loved a woman; she was in danger. He had crossed some of his personal boundaries; he had killed a man. He had, perhaps, stolen a car. He needed to figure out how to solve that problem, too. He had swore to protect the woman he had fallen in. I felt like a little boy. I dropped my jeans and eased down my y fronts. She glanced down. "Pitiful." she said, "No wonder you're such a failure. Oh look, you've got an erection, though you would hardly know." I did have an erection and my cock was extended to its full 4 inch length. I felt a strange joy in my humilation. "You're a slimy pathetic waster you arsehole" she screamed at me. "You've been wasting my time and all along you've got a 5 year old boy's prick! What the fuck do. Just say: I, Darren, am a chicken and I amtoo frightened to do one simple favor for my sister. Eric is much braverand more thoughtful than I'll ever be." I'm not too scared. It's just weird." Here's the pill. Show me you're not scared." Fine! You guys want this, here goes." Darren popped the pill in hismouth and swallowed it, regretting it almost as soon as he done it.His eyes transformed just as quickly as his two sisters had. Sirinyasaid with shock, "You're not supposed to transform. Two of the women died in the process of holding off the thieves until necropolis priests arrived to take the men into custody. Misfortune visited the thieves and their families while the violators awaited judgement, described as the anger of the gods and Djeserit. Everything from boils to plagues of locusts afflicted those associated with the desecration of the tomb. The text almost blissfully described the horrific deaths of the thieves – their genitalia cut off and fed to the crocodiles of.