Flabbergasted I stared at her and couldn't take my eyes off her huge areolas and amazing thick nipples. In her present, I felt like a girl who saw her...mom topless for the first time and reached for my glass of wine. Bea didn't waste a second, like someone who has planed this in advance. She took my drink out of hand, emptied it in one gulp, said 'get up,' reached for the hem of my blouse and tore it open. Buttons fell on the floor. Before I could say a word, I felt her warm and soft tongue in. Chaos loomed. The news was hushed and hurried along: someone had made a grand speech. And from the caresses of her tongue, the city neared the edge. Ah, the atmosphere! The beauty!The end of the world is so sweet to young people. The sole meunière was exquisite but the magret overcooked. The flesh barely bled under the knife. You shared a tiramisù and fought over the bill. The waiter was old and an arse. A stingy tip was the loudest form of your polite contempt.Walking side by side, you heard. "The trauma was one thing. The damage from the blood pooling in the right side of his brain is another. There's no telling what kind of damage was done until he wakes up."If he wakes up, you mean, Will thought grimly."He's in an artificial coma now. We've done all we can do from a surgery standpoint for now, and it's all 'wait and see' from here on out." So all you know right now is that he isn't dead, but that you don't know whether that'll change," Will summarized, and the doctor. That of course was before he had been set up by that bitch who was now his mistress. Before a year of intensive hormone therapy and implants had made his once well muscled body into the soft curvaceous form it had since aquirred. Before his daily sessions with his hypnotherapist had made it impossible for him defy Miss. Gennie's commands. (Miss. Gennie, had made it very clear that his therapy was not to help him accept his new role, but rather to assure that he would always remember his manhood.