“You’re big enough to use a back scrubber.”“But ... what about, you know, down there?” he said, feeling shy.“You mean this?” Debra asked... cupping his cock and balls in her hot hand. Jerry nodded.“I’ll wash this,” she giggled. “You wash your back from now on, and Mother will wash this.”Jerry let out a whoosh of air. “You had me scared for a minute, Mom.”“How did I scare you?” she asked, kissing his shoulder and massaging his balls gently.“I thought I wasn’t gonna get any more!”“Any more. ." There's nothing, I've looked." Tsanja exclaimed in frustration.Penn turned his head to stare at the wall, and it was hard to hold his gaze steady.Tsanja was right, there was nothing there.Penn forced himself to stare for some time, and tried to examine, really examine, the wall. The cave was dark, but not pitch black. Was the wall bare stone? Was it covered in moss, or vines? Was it wet, was it dry? There was nothing, he drew a blank. It was like the blind spot in his eye.While he could not. Across town that same nightJack was lying on his oversized bed—not that he needed to do it, but he liked to keep up the appearance of being human. He was thinking about Tammy—he couldn't stop thinking about her, and even being non-human his body reacted to his fantasies of her. He was rock hard and damn if it wasn't uncomfortable. He had been walking this earth for 150 years and no other female ever caused him this much pleasure. He knew he had to have her and knew changing her would be part of. I was told to stay near her chambers that evening, as she might have need of me.As stated before, the bits of the puzzle eventually came to me, one by one, until I could assemble a clear picture of the things that happened in the manor over the next months. And so I shall, from this point, intermingle those parts of the tale to which I was a direct witness, with the parts in which I was elsewhere. It becomes tedious to document how and when I found things out. So I shall just write what I know.