”“Well, I'm proud of her, too,” I said, my futa-dick aching so badly. Four virgins? Oh, what a treat. I didn't find that many at the convent I v...sited a month-and-a-half ago.“It is truly her,” the Hispanic man waiting said, not a hint of any Latino accent in his voice. He sounded wholly country, speaking with the same Kansas twang as Brother Gavin instead of any Central American lilt. “Blessed be her Holy Seed.”“Praise your Miraculous Cock,” a blond man with short hair said. “My Krystine is. There was no way any of them would have seen it." Honey. You're right. She is a pretty girl."By the time we were done eating, the hotel staff had brought all of ourluggage down. We were able to get all of our luggage into the Colonel'srented van and my dad's car. Amd it was just a half an hour's drive tothe airport and this was a regular airport.The airport, Stewart International Airport, is about a half an hour fromWest Point, so it was a short drive. As we drove into the airport,. Michael struggled, but theyseemed to be glued to his arms. The man approached Michaeland injected the fluid into Michael's arm. The womenreleased him.Michael screamed. His fate was sealed. Burning spread uphis arms as the nanobots went to work. The burning spreadthroughout his body. He wriggled around on the groundscreaming. Then, the promotion began.Michael's short, blonde hair began to grow. It didn't stopat shaggy, but continued onto his shoulders and then spreadinto beautiful, blonde curls. Everything is perfect and coming from me, that's saying something," Bec uncharacteristically gushed."Thanks, they did turn out well, didn't they," Tess answered."Everyone looks wonderful, Tess. I'd love to hang around but I've gotta get to work. I don't want to be late on my first day," I commented."Aww, you have to leave already?" Tess joked."Call me later, let me know how it goes?" Bec asked."Sure, I won't forget this time," I answered."One more thing, Jules," Tess stopped me."What's that?".