Though the ride home was stimulating to me in more ways than one, I was glad to get home and rush up to my own room, remove my clothes, and take a bat.... While I was in the tub, washing my breasts and my bottom thoroughly and enjoying the tingle that ensued with my stroking, especially when I got to my pubic mound, Mom popped in to see how I was doing. She sat down on the toilet seat and looked me over, expressing surprise that my breasts had swollen some during the summer.When I stood up to dry. Now you can get in through both doors using either thumb and the passwords. Remember the lift code?”“Yes, 3917.”“Right, it’s 7193 for the back door you’ve just come through, it’s the same number backwards.”“Got it!”She put her arms around him and kissed him again deeply.“You’re very trusting, considering I’ve only spent a couple of nights here, I might walk off with all your lovely furniture.”“No, you’ll never get any of it in the lift, that’s why I have the helipad.”“You never show -” she. There was pain on the outsideand inside of my head, and I was becoming disoriented. I remember thosemoments still where I thought I had been kidnapped by aliens and wasbeing tortured, and then I just didn't know who I was. The yelps of painthat came out of my mouth were not male or female at that point, and thatjust added to the confusion of who I was and what was happening to me.Suddenly there was what I can only describe as a "lurch" in myconsciousness and then I was back to knowing who I. He even told her she could use Ronny as a pet name if it made it easier. She had giggled and told him she should use Randy, as it was more apt.“Fine, use Randy; just don’t call me Albert in any way shape or form,” he said with exasperation.So, Carol called him Randy. She always did it in such a way as to let him know that she would be more than happy to make him a bit less randy. Especially when she called him ‘her Randy Ronald’. The problem was that Albert knew who the randy one was. The damn.