The car ride lasted about twenty minutes; Pamela and Alan spend most of it slowly edging toward one another on the back seat. Finally, Alan laid his h...nd over Pamela's, and they both relaxed. "So, where are we going?" Alan asked."Our house," Margot replied from the front seat. "Privacy seems more important than a neutral location, don'tcha think?"Alan eyed her. Was there a bit of malice there? But Pamela was telegraphing anxiety, so he let it go, and settled back. "You're probably right."There. She’d turned eighteen years old six weeks earlier.First LeaveWhen she arrives home on her leave her mother is surprised Jessica is wearing the uniform of a full corporal in the 5th Claymore. Letters home never mentioned what she was actually doing; just that she was doing another training course. She’d expected, and hoped, Jessica would join the Royal Rescue Service. Regardless of this her mother is proud to walk down the street with her daughter in her uniform. During Jessica’s leave they. Ass almost too big. Breasts almost too round. But they weren't. They just pushed the boundaries which is very appropriate to her everything. Her eyes were light brown pools that barely concealed her strange form of self discipline. They had to because my clue was her walk said it all. And to the touch of the slightest wind her breasts would betray her. Hardening with the wisps if the slightest wind. She was built to fuck, suck, and be dirty! It was all she ever really thought about. Whenever. She met the demon during afull moon and the transfer was done. After that she fell asleep for atleast 12 hours.I didn't know at the time, but the monks which were together with us toldthis was the usual outcome of the demon?s attack: the victim slept. Thiswas surely a defense mechanism designed to give the demon enough room toescape. In my case the outcome was different because the fulltransformation was prevented by the monks? intervention. After waking up,he didn't know what happened. He.