”“So, Albert, what have you to say to that?” asked the mayor.“She spilled the milk. It’s her fault,” he insisted.“Not if someone ran int... her,” I stated.“The milk is gone. Who will pay for it? It’s her fault,” Albert insisted again. I reached into my purse and pulled out two copper pieces and threw them on the ground.“This for your milk,” I said, and then threw down two silver pieces as well, “and this for the girl. Never let me lay eyes on you again,” I added. Albert grabbed the money and took. His plan worked just fine too, until he dozed off during jeopardy. He woke up the next morning wearing a night gown that he had apparently bought along with a jacket-dress combo the night before with a J.C. Penny ad he got in the mail. He did not know what to do next so he called in sick again. Standing in front of the mirror he noticed many further changes. The conditioner had apparently caused his hair to grow and fill out, He was still a brunette but could only tell from the roots. The other. I was looking as good as I could. I rang her door bell. I heard the unlocking of her door and there she stood. Just like in her picture, her eyes shimmered with some glitter around them. Her lips glimmered in the fading light, her black top curved in all the right places, her jeans clinging tight to her prefect form. She was all ready, to get taken out. The rumble of my Mustang roared back up and the rumble of the bass shook the car as we drove off into the night out on the town. We went from. He knew she meant what it said. She love him, and he loved her. Every second he cherished with her. "Hmm... I wonder what these files are...?" He asked himself. "Well open it fuck nuts."He took his own advice and opened a file. Inside was a picture of Lydia nearly naked. She wore the same robe she was in the night they first had sex. Her nipples, pink and erect, the aerolas puffy visible. He had a very strong erection in his pants after seeing that. He saved it to his computer. The second.