The timeline was diverted andthe two were paying the price: Amy for her stubborn obstinance; John forhis arrogance.For her stubborn behavior, Amy was ...ealt a hand similar to that ofSisyphus. She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling tomake ends meet; forever struggling to find her way in the world. Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his. I was thinking to myself, how has she changed in a few short weeks. She really hasn't but I saw her in a different light this time. Her tits seemed to double in size. At least a full C up. After her and dad talked for a bit, she asked if we could go swimming. I told her I had some running around to do and then we could go. Dad had to work so it would just be the two of us for the day. When we got home we both went and changed, and met out at the pool. Her bathing suit was so small. Barely. I sag down, fatally, on broken legs, never to rise again for breath (or anything else); my head drops dumbly to my chest and through fluttering lashes I see my pink bikini-style panties rapidly redden as my bladder empties, and I wonder, am I actually pissing blood? Standing on hand, monitoring my progress (Progress? Can you really call it that? Sure! Why not? Fine...progress then) is the surgeon with his scalpel and his cooler of dry ice. Nothing here will go to waste; after all, a human body. We arrived at Executive Airport where my private jet waited to take us to my private island. Marina is stunned to see a private jet and find out I had a private island. She is surprised everyday with new discoveries about my life and the way I lavish her with gifts. We landed on the island and I took her hand, leading her out of the trees towards the house. Slowly we passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football- field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flower, hedges,.