" Bronze?" I asked. "Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?"Theodora frowned. "I don't know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much...about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers, I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam."I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I found a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like myself, sort of. I looked a little younger, a little more. "I'll not hold you to it if you'd rather not crew for me."He was surprised. "Why would you think that? I'd love to do it. I'm only worried I'll not be good enough. I'll be there on Saturday, for sure." Good! And don't worry about your skill level ... what I saw of you before I'm sure you'll do fine."James went on his way, with Beth once more taking a significant portion of his thoughts.Beth went on her way ... wondering. She knew the racing was ... an opportunity to spend time with James. She. Life just isn’t as interesting when you are an adult as it is when you are a kid. It seems that most of the stories of those years are about all the kids on the ranch growing up. It’s really their story to tell, not mine.”“But there must be something interesting that happened. What about Aunt Whitney?”“You’ve talked to Aunt Whitney often enough. She was promoted to Major right after 9/11. Times were pretty intense and she was busy in Djibouti. They needed a commander who had a full grasp of the. They both began removing their clothes, ‘Not too bad,’ he thought as their clothes revealed older, sagging features, but they were still something he had yet to experience. ‘Are you two still sexually active?’ he asked as they were now totally nude, ‘No one wants to fuck an old lady anymore,’ Betty said and Jonathan looked at their aged bodies, Betty had much smaller tits than Gladys, so hers sagged less, and both had sparsely covered pussies. ‘Would you like me to fuck you?’ he asked and he.