I looked at my new daughter in a new light. I wasthinking of Tim as Sandra now, my daughter. It's going to be a longroad for her, I have to support...whatever decision she makes forherself. I knew her answer even before she did. The glow on herpretty face as she stepped out of the fitting room in that red satindress. It fit perfectly except for needing help in the chest. Ifyou've ever seen the look on your child's face on Christmas morninggetting that special toy they've always wanted then. +By the by, I met Dr. Asimov one day in Grand Central Station in New York City, many years after whence this narration chronicles. I was going in as he was coming out, obviously on his way to some event, escorted by a young lady aiding him to a limo, waiting perhaps to whisk him off to give a lecture somewhere. I recognized him from photos, his distinctive mutton-chop sideburns stood out like a flag to this fan. "Dr. Asimov!" said I turning to the famous writer, I doubled back to shake his. Closing her eyes, she let the water hit her face as her hands lathered her body. The image of her Sir instantly flooding her mind, how she could feel the heat of his body as he had moved closer to her and how his hard cock had brushed up against her ass. The thought of Sir’s hands on her shoulders made her shudder. Robin tilted her head to the side, imagining exposing her neck to his lips. In her mind, her Sir’s lips were lightly kissing up towards her ear and sucking the tip of her ear lobe. When I put thependant back on I want to change back into Robert Michaels and finally Iwant the pendant to be impossible to steal and impossible to destroy,"finished Robert. Excited by the prospect of possibly being a superheroor experimenting with life from the other side at will and confident hehad covered himself completely Robert started to smile. "Well I must say those were very thought out wishes, I think you will besatisfied with the outcome," stated the man a huge grin on his face. .