Lydia, with her dyed blue hair and miniskirt to match. Lydia, with her ripped, punk-rock top held together by delicate silver chains. Lydia, the lead ...inger of Tundra, was caressing the microphone with her lips and purring out an incredibly sexy song as she stared unblinkingly at me. There was no mistaking it. Even though I couldn’t rip my eyes off her, I could sense the disbelief of Sophie and Tara beside me as they realised I was being serenaded. “You’re in there, kiddo,” whispered Tara in my. Not knowing they landed right infront of her mums house, the screams just got louder,her mum was watching TV and heard a scream, knowing her daughters voice she ran outside and saw the TARDIS (spaceship) disgised as an old blue phone box, ran for it and opened the doors, seeing her daughter and the doctor having sex, stud still with her mouth open, doctor got up strait away and didn't think to hide his ten inch penis, rose jumped up and raped herself with a wight rag they layed on the floorand. The smells were strange, alien, her nose would not be of much use in its untrained state.They had been walking for most of the day, and the sun was getting low in the sky when one the pack members spied movement on a hillside, maybe a quarter mile away. He called Ursi over, crouching in the deep snow, trying to keep a low profile lest their prey spot him. They had no way to know how far or how well these animals could see. There was something moving on the hillside, something very large, it had. " "Why are you telling me these stories?" Mom asked sounding very upset. I could see tears in her eyes, and the quivering in her voice. And I suspected that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked down at myself, I thought that.