I let him make contact, so he’d feel that things were going as they always did. When he pulled his finger back and went to poke again, I reached up ...nd grabbed his index finger. With a quick pull and then push back, there was an audible pop.Randy collapsed to the ground, clutching his hand and screaming. I leaned down and looked him square in the eyes.“I guess the tattoo really did make me a tough guy. Try and poke me again, and I’ll rip off your dirty little digit.”I grabbed my backpack and. The moisturiser was the same that Paul had usedearlier in the week and gave his face a nice glow. They finished witha light application of mascara and a pink lipstick.For clothes the first was a thin seater with a high polo neck, it tooka moment to ensure it was properly fitted around his new breasts andthen there was a zip to finish the neck meaning it felt a very fitteditem.Finally, a sleeveless woollen dress with a subtle tartan pattern, thiswas zipped up at the back, the two ladies again. Danny just nodded without so much a reply.Sally flashed Gary a smile. "Hi Gary. Happy birthday."Gary groaned. "Thanks." Danny, you're not going to wish your cousin a happy birthday?" Alan asked."He's had enough of birthday wishes already," Danny snapped.Alan was about to say something but Gary stopped him. "It's ok Uncle Alan. He's still pissed for whatever reason." You know why," Danny shot back."Alright, that's enough!" Ava intervened."Sorry grandma," Danny mumbled."Let's eat, shall we?". And her son Jeremy, the little shit, was always out snorting coke with black guys. Jenny wondered if that sounded racist. But all the kids Jeremy hung out with WERE black. For some reason, the boy never got along with kids his own race.Jenny turned on the TV while she waited for her dinner and some celebrity with perky fake tits advertised some putrid looking green diet drink. Jenny wrinkled her nose. She could stand to lose a few pounds but she looked good for 40 years old. Her 34C breasts.