Ilea becoming intensely sensitive, goose bumps rising all over, forcing the tiny hairs on her body to stand up hard, pressing the sheet that held them... The slightest movement of the sheet was like pure electricity.Ryan's hands continued to move upward against the muscles in her lower thighs. Fingers traced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as he grabbed handfuls of her desire. Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness.. He smelt like a urinal. His tongue slobbered in my mouth. Making squelching noises as it did so. And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Although the tears had blurred my vision his outline was instantly recognisable. He tapped the man who was holding me. The man lifted his grip and turned around quickly. And then. Amongst all of the commotion. Daniel punched him. Screams of other girls pierced my ear as I watched in horror the fight that was happening in front of me. Blood was spilled. "Your pussies are now done." The woman said as her hand rubbed their smooth sexless crotch area beneath the fabric. "Now I have the final two mannequins my large shop needs to display it's wears. That is why I transformed your boyfriend too. I wonder how you'll look in each others hairstyle now." She said as she removed Darien and Denise's hair like wigs and switched them on their smooth baldheads. "Not bad."Darien and Denise soon felt totally numb. Like one feels when their foot falls asleep.. Of course, I wanted to be facing the tree trimmer. I had brought, wrapped up in a smaller towel, a real surprise, just in case I found a use for it. I was hoping that I would. I lay in the sun and took a sip of my soda. Wearing my sun glasses, I got a good look at the tree trimmer. He couldn’t tell, through my mirrored shades, whether I was looking right at him or not. He was a young man, about twenty-something, as far as I could tell. He was wearing a hard hat, so I couldn’t really.