"And we don't have three months. We've got more like two weeks."Brandon grinned. "I wasn't thinking of that kind of calendar. But what if we looked li...e we did during the car wash?"***The old woman stared impassively across her desk at Rob and Bert. "Let me get this straight. You want to change into girls, and then use my park as a background for cheesecake pictures? So you can sell a calendar to raise money?"Bert nodded gingerly. He felt genuine fear toward this woman, and for a reason that he. Something was amiss; she just knew it. Preparing herself for bad news, she sat down at the table. “What is it?” What’s wrong?” Rose asked. Sighing, they sat down beside her. Rose listened with tears in her eyes. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she was a princess and was betrothed to some stuffy prince. She also found out that her name was not even Rose; it was Aurora. In one day, she lost the love of her life, as well as her identity. The fairies watched sadly, as she ran to. He didn't make a move for the fence. Then he saw Tony and Andrew look his way they were both laughing. He got up then looked for the paper. He saw it on the ground wedged in the fence. It had tomorrow's date, time and address on it. Gerald drove out to the address it was a long distance away from the college. When he got there, he found an old farm with an open field. He saw Chelsea sitting on a rusted tractor."How did you know I would come?" he asked as he got closer to her."You have nothing. Was the thickness uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have rotated her ass a little faster while the shit fell on Mansi to do a better shape? Could she have kept the logs inside her for a longer duration? She was making mental notes of all these finer things. She took a finger in her mouth, lubricated it with her saliva and pushed it effortlessly in her behind. When she pulled it out, her finger had a near uniform coat of.