Naked, she lifted the dress again.Unzipping the small zip at the rear she stepped into the hoop of white silk and satin. As she drew the fabric up her...legs, she listened to the crackling and rustling noises the material made as it travelled up her long bare legs. She loved that noise.She turned the dress back to front when it reached her waist. With nervous and excited fingers she tied the ends of the four ties to they're opposite partners. The laces were slightly elastic. This made dressing. Unless of course I specify otherwise. So far does that sound like something you can do?” So far it didn’t sound too bad, but he hadn’t told me how I was supposed to act. “And what is this part Professor Connors?” “You will be my daughter Miss Lehman. But please do not think I want you walking around here in baby doll dresses or a school girl’s outfit. I want you in your normal clothes; I am not into having you play a little girl. I want my daughter fully aware of her body and what it does to. "I guess you're more comfortable with vat grown fungi." I know where it comes from, how it's made, and what it looks like," Fayta said."I never imagined the royals to be food wimps," he said. "I thought the dinner was pretty good. I thought that puffed eel thing stuffed with that creamy seafood stuffing was the best dish of the night. I was ready to snatch some from my neighbor's plate. It was that good." You realize that eel thing is a bottom feeding scavenger. It eats shit," Fayta said,. Thinking nothing of it, Ijust went inside and washed it under the tap. Feeling a little faint, Igot myself a glass of water and sat myself down in the living room.That was when I noticed it. My finger, was it turning... green?It was. Then my whole hand. I touched it with my other hand. It felt likea plant stem. Shit, this wasn't good. The green was spreading up my arm.I ran to my phone and dialled 999."Emergency services, how can I direct your call?" Ambulance," I nearly screamed."One moment,".