---"Oh-oo!" John tried to control his reaction. "Dyan, I never knew they could grow...!" N... nei... neither did I," she squeaked, looking between the...r chests to find a chest on him.---In reaction, her hands had landed on the guy's waist.Now that was contracting. "Oh, yes!! Hug me! Squeeze me tight!" he was telling her.---"I'm not doing anything!!" she cried, taking those hands, and shaking them over his--His??--rear.Blimp! Blimp! Now it was his butt??!"Oh, Dyan, you have magic hands!" Are you. "Let me help you darling." She said as she un-zipped her jacket and slid it down over her silky shoulders but still kept it halfway on. He immediately seized her breasts and began to rub them furiously. She decided she couldn't wait any longer and shoved Jack back. There was a rusty Oldsmobile in the garage behind him and when the back of his knees hit he buckled and fell backwards onto the hood. Meagan reached inside her jacket and grasped her stun gun. ZZZZAAAAAPPP!!! Jack screeched, twitched. “At least that’s the theory, anyway,” Claire teased Ben, demonstrating the sharp Xenarian wit.“Worst case scenario, we can always use the Converter-69,” Father Gavin pointed out now.“Yes, this is also true and one never knows when that might come in handy,” I agreed, even as I watched the priest with the two nuns, Sisters Agnes and Charlotte.We were now a rather large and growing host of half-naked folks. Mysteriously, even the ones who hadn’t gone to Chantilly’s Lace still had the same outfit. I can't and I won't."Nothing settled, my daughter left. Alone I sat and brooded. I thought it strange that my daughter had chosen to call me a worthless asshole... just as someone else had not so long ago. I wondered how that had come about? How had my daughter decided to use just that phrase when calling me a name? I was torn between looking for Samantha and not. I was also thinking about my original plan now too. It would be so much easier to just call it quits. No more pain, suffering, or.