“Hold on there, slick ... there was a war? This isn’t the United States? What is the Fed A and where is America?” I wanted a reasonable answer ..... before my brain popped.“Ask her, the General Admiral of the Princessapality.” and David pointed at Junior.[Note from Author. NO! I ain’t doing it! Read Junior’s Samples and Junior Goes to War part of Wendy’s Worlds. And probably Constance, Wendolyn and Company. In fact ... you should read Wendy’s Worlds. All shall be revealed.]“Really? You killed two. " but it sounded like a question. She scoured her mind. "He's trying. Just keep going." she thought. "The correct answer is 'I want to please you.' Let's try again." "Tell me what you want." I want to please you." Good boy." She didn't know why she'd said it. It had just slipped out, but Stanley had a stupid grin on his face, and a blush was creeping over his cheeks. "How can I please you, Sophie?" he said, quietly. "Tell me what to do."Ack! She hadn't really thought this far in advance. She. As the waitress took their order, her eyes kept drifting to Allison. She would glance at her breasts and then between her legs. The waitress finished taking their order, having to erase several times, and with one last look between the older woman's legs, she hurried away. Allison leaned over to her son and whispered, "This is making me excited, feel." With that she pulled his hand between her thighs. "Mother," he gasped when he felt her now exposed vagina. Then she reached down to his crotch.. The focus was on building leg strength and upper body strength. By the time I reached the nutrition section, I knew something was horribly wrong with this plan.I'm a healthy teenager. That means I eat prodigious quantities of food. The nutrition plan had me eating twice as much food as I eat already. Following this plan really would get me to 245 pounds within a few months. This could not be my plan.I headed for the weight room hoping to find Coach Collins and get the correct training plan. He.