Many of us are working here for a year or two to repay the Shoppe for services rendered. My male body here has a real job in town, but I volunteer my...services one day a week to repay my debt. Besides, I like helping people." He told me of the Student Exchange Programme they ran. If two youths agreed, they could swap bodies and lives. It was just a small part of the larger whole of their business. He pointed to the book he had shown me before. "We have several more books like this if you. Stay out of the buns... they are to wrap around our brats. Trust me. Eat a donut. If ya' want bananas and oranges, get in Ma's boat.That's better. Brush the powdered sugar off your lap. You look like a flour sack blew up on you. Now lean back put your feet up on the stern and every now and again, twitch that pole to make sure you aren't catching the salad for our lunch.HOLY COW! Did you feel that? Like a freight train grabbed that hook!Reel in some and don't drop the tip of your rod! Aww man!. In fact I almost hoped that Mr. Brown would try something. It would probably be the last thing he ever did. I added a few things to my daughter’s room. A 12ga pump shotgun with 00 buck shot, and a 1911 Colt .45, both of which she knew how to use. The other thing I added was a 1/4′ steel plate on the inside of her door. The glass in her window was backed up with three inch thick urethane plate. It was essentially bulletproof. Nobody was going to ambush my little girl in her own room. Now it was. He got into the car and drove around the block, while his head was full of the pictures of his daughter how her small body was dominated by the very massive teacher. A little earlier than his “normal” time, he drove up again and opened the door loudly. The house was quiet. The teacher was just coming down, Natalie behind him. The teacher in a suit and Natalie in jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing suggested that the two had fucked wildly an hour ago. “It's good that I see you, Mr. Penner, can we talk.