"God Dam it," I cursed. Mad because my dream had been interrupted. I hated waking up in the middle of a good dream. Of course I couldn't remember the ...nes I didn't wake up during, so what was the difference?Stretching my legs over the edge of the bed, I got out to go to the bathroom. Looking down I smiled, knowing it was going to be interesting taking a leek while sporting the wood that had grown from my crotch.As I leaned over the porcelain stool one hand on the wall, I leaned at an impossible. Overpowering eyes. Gangly, coltish, flat chested, and hipless. Long, straight brown hair. Lips of brown from a Fudgcicle she sucked innocently. ‘I’m Carla. You’re Bill, Bessie’s grandson who lives here now. You’re twenty-six and working on your Master’s in English at the University. You’re a writer, too, but you’ve never published anything. You’re single and you don’t have a girlfriend. See. I know all about you. Can I come in?’ She bounced by me to spend the first of countless delightful. The heavily muscled Anton was notoriously oversized in the family jewel’s department and he was prone to using mostly Tessie’s rear door for his stress reduction program.I could see Doctor Glynis’s lust-filled eyes gleam with her second and more intense orgasm holding Tammy’s head immobile between her legs. I let loose with my creamy spurts up Tessie’s buttocks at the same time and we all rested intertwined like bosom buddies in the aftermath of our strenuous exercises. I asked Tammy not to. “They are tested constantly. Each time they pass a test their confidence grows.”Melinda said, “Interesting observation.”“You’ve seen it. Those kids working for you when you built the trebuchet were being trained to take a pile of rubbish and turn it into a weapon. Those four kids had competed to see who would get to help Mike. You got the best four of all of the kids who wanted to help,” Shelly said.“I didn’t realize that,” Melinda said. She had never seen kids that age work so hard on.