Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel like I deserved the month of December to myself. But first, the package. Bags on the ...ed, a tip discreetly given, and finally, I’m alone. Curiosity gets the better of me. I rip open the paper wrapping and gasp. A purple cute little vibrator. What has Michael sent me? I open the box and a note flutters to the floor. Michael’s bold hand-writing is clear. Relax. Unwind. And keep this with you until we meet again. I know just what to. Anna looks at each and tells us that she will help us with the redhead, but that we have to cancel or reschedule the other two until after she rides the spit. "We can't reschedule them, but we can hand off the other two to some friends of ours that enjoy the same things that we do." "Why can't you reschedule them?" "Each of the women ride the spit on their 21st birthday, which is why we were so shocked when you said that you would ride the spit on your 21st birthday." "When is the redhead. I lifted my nightgown to above my breasts, and sat on the edge of the bed. I started toying with my nipples, and they started to harden as I rubbed them gently. After several minutes I started to feel strange sensations in my chest and abdomen. I moved my right hand down to where little Andy used to reside. I spread my legs and explored the empty area until I found little Amelia. Suddenly I didn't need little Andy anymore. With my breasts, and little Amelia, I had enough to keep both. What about genes? Is there something wrong with yours?" Oh, jeez, this is so embarrassing!" Another big sigh, "Yes, there's something wrong with my genes. My ... my penis is too small. There, I said it! Are you happy?" Now he did break into tears.I hugged him to me and brushed my fingers through his hair. "Tell me what happened, Jesse. What brought this on?" She laughed at me, Dad! God, I wish I could die." I just held on to him. There was no point in going on until he got control of himself..