He had been in the truck stop for a few hours, a little longer than he'd initially planned. That chatty waitress seemed to go on forever about this an... that, and he was now behind schedule. He wouldn't be able to sleep as long once he stopped for rest on his way to Los Angeles. "Oh well," he thought out loud. "I'll just slap in some loud music to keep me awake longer, no problem."He did the routine maintenance check of his truck while the engine idled, warming. He'd filled up with gas earlier,. If it were possible, they each looked a bit rounder and fuller then theyhad last night. I pulled my shirt up and hazarded a glance. Each one wasnow over two inches in diameter and approximately one-half to threequarters long. It almost looked as if I had a young girls breasts. Islowly raised a hand to touch them and was shocked when I realized thatmy hand was...darker than I remembered it being.I looked down at my chest. It too was darker and looked almost like I hadtanned overnight. My legs. She used to stay in the same society where we were residing. Her house was at the corner end of the society. But for graduation I had to move out of state. So, I used to live in hostel, 6 hours away from my home town. Holidays started, and I was back to my home.I entered my home, with all my belongings, stumbling around with my heavy bags, trying to control myself from getting off-balance, ha ha ha.As soon as I entered my home, I shouted, iiii aaam bbbaccckk !!! I thought my mom alone would be. Abbotand Costello?Martin and Lewis?Laurel and Hardy?where were Vaughnand Lane? He found himself at the entrance to the desertedbilliards room. What a perfect place to kill some time! He rackedup and was taking aim at the cue ball when he heard a man'svoice. "Mind if I join you?"Sandy looked over his shoulder to see a paunchy network suit witha bad comb-over. It was Ben Prik. "Why not," Sandy said, as hedropped a ball into one of the side pockets after a clean break.Sandy was a good pool player,.