"Yes," I blush. "I try to correct them, but nobody is paying attention." That's not bad, actually," she says looking thoughtful. "You look likea Kelly... Maybe I should start calling you Kelly?" Morgen, please." Oh, shush, Kelly. Now in terms of pants that need to be hemmed..."Morgen looks through her closet some more. She has a lot of pants, butmost of them are jeans."I know!" she snaps her fingers. "Oh perfect! Come with me!"I follow Morgen down the hall to a door that I've never entered.. It was horrible. The unimaginable had occurred. Icouldn't imagine what I was going to do as a result. I had broken anail. I was getting into my car at the end of a day at work, and thenasty door handle snapped back in just the wrong way, and my nail wasbroken. It was all over but the crying. I raced home, but Stacywasn't there yet. I sat at the kitchen table and stared at my fingers.My nails were being kept to one quarter of an inch beyond myfingertips. It was the length that Stacy and. She reminded her ofher responses to people she had seen and encountered, and flashed someimages in her mind faster than she could consciously respond to. Denialflared, but Angel really knew she was right. Lena hugged her andcomforted her as she mourned her lost self, her lost sex, and her lostsexuality. In the end, Angel had cried herself to sleep. Angel was glad that she did not have work the next day, since she hadbeen an emotional wreck by the time she finally got to sleep. And it wasnot. Stop!" Lynn cried out in pain.But the sex-crazed captain didn't stop. He didn't give her a moment to adjust to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He immediately started fucking her like a wild bull. She gaped helplessly up at his lust-contorted face, searching for what lay behind that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Then, all at once, her senses veered away from the searing pain of his brutal pounding, and centered on the tingling sensation that was slowly beginning to.