"Fucking pigs! Did you see him put his hand up me skirt?" Polly whined."You sound like a real Wren, Recruit Wren Perkins," Mary jibed."This fucking r...g is so uncomfortable. These tights keep bagging aroundmy crotch and I can hardly walk in these court shoes. This makeup hasgot into my eyes and it stings," Doris whined.Michele had to suppress a laugh; Doris had 'panda eyes' her mascara hadrun and clown's lips, her lipstick had smudged and her wool wig wasaskew."Where did you get the hair by. "Wow…that feels…mmmmm…kind of good," they both looked at Liz's breasts and saw the boobs start to swell. Liz bounced a bit with glee, while Janet's jaw dropped, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Eventually they stopped; they grew to be as big as Janet's, if not bigger. "OMG!...it worked!" yelled both of them in unison, Janet, now standing up, walked over for a closer view. "Are those real?" asked Janet, she knew they were, but she had a hard time believing it. "Feel for yourself,". "How's your Dad?" she asked.I was just about to defend myself about the poem when I realised whatshe'd asked. "Well, er, he's, er, on the mend. There is quite a bit ofbruising on his chest which will take quite a while to fade. He requiredseveral stitches for a knife wound. At least he isn't bedridden anymoreand can actually cook for himself." Why didn't your Mom bring him back?" asked Erika."She tried," I responded. "For some reason he refused. Apparently it'sthe same reason that Beth and I. Since we had left our car at the hotel, down the street, Dave offered t drive us to his home, and drive us back to the hotel whenever we wanted. Jim accepted the offer without consulting me. I was a little miffed about not having a say in this, but a drink on the Dave’s deck seemed to be a nice way to salvage something of the evening. We got in Dave’s BMW and made the short drive to his home. Chapter four – the beach house Dave’s home was beautifully laid out, and tastefully decorated. On the.