I feel a finger encounter that nasty spot where William Strycker’s mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular scar of raised and ro...ghened skin that will never heal. Her hand seems to flinch at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way. I feel the dawn of a new idea. But dare I ask her to do such a thing? Ja, it is time. She has awakened a faint new hope in my. Her nipples were now erect, and much more obvious than before her little mental trip down memory lane. She sighed, shook her head, then giggled.Walking up the sidewalk, Abby tried hunching her shoulders to minimize her jiggling breasts, but they refused to be shy, sticking out high and proud. "Oh well. At least I'm here when I promised," thought Abby, standing up straight as she knocked on the door."Why Abigail, how nice to see you!" Suzanne Moffatt, said brightly, showing all her capped teeth. I had the full set of books. The last book had just come out, and I had it, but hadn't read it yet. So, over a period of weeks, she would spend at least an hour a night reading, curled in one of my easy chairs, while I puttered, or read or just sat and watched her read. Then we might watch a movie, or go to a park, or window shopping. Eventually she would say "Take me home. I need to speak with you in private."And then we'd go home and just tear up my bed.It took her five weeks to unravel the. ” Suddenly I am looking into his eyes, my fingers toying with his thick, mint-scented hair. He has grown a beard: salt and pepper flecked and coarse. It suits him. “I have lived for this moment,” I purr, “it’s all that’s kept me going, all that’s kept me alive these years.” He handles me with awed reverence as though he cannot believe the creature that has been returned to him, “Army food has made your tits grow bigger!” I giggle and squirm euphorically in his embrace, “or my waistline.