The coffee was my own recipe. Well I hoped in three months Helen hadn't changed it, but I probably wouldn't be able to tell even if she had. The food ...ent directly from my mouth to the disposal area. Whenever it was convenient, I would take care of it almost the same as before."Maxine, damn when did you get home?" Eddie the EMT asked as I passed a table full of Paramedics."I got back last night, of course I had to come here first thing to see everyone and have a decent meal," I informed him. The tip of the Gel's phallic nudged inward and Mary's excited innerlips eagerly slipped over the thick head as it slowly twisted and turned itsway into her more than welcoming vagina. It deliciously sunk into the depths ofher sexual being and Mary screamed in ecstasy.The head of the Gel phallic nudged onto the flowering portal of her womb andthen rested with delicious 'purrs' and flexes as Mary savored the wonderfulfullness that was stretching her womanhood. The Gel now secreted its. She didn’t know that I knew about her relationship with her stepfather – unless Mrs Hubert had confronted them about it, which I doubted very much.Nor did she know I knew about the foursome she and her illicit lover had enjoyed at least once with my – gag, gasp – parents, whatever permutations that had involved.What she did know was that I would soon be leaving for university, and she seemed to be dreading it. She became more loving, more demonstrative, and now that she had finally stopped. I see the poor girl stopping to check in. She's just passing through on her way to bigger and better things when he snares her. This joint doesn't get enough business to stay running, so the clerk uses his powers to rope girls like this one into turning tricks for him. He's so bad he can't transform them. He can't change their past, only their present.The girl feels me now, too. Sitting on the bed, she pleads at me with her eyes. She raises her hands as if they're cuffed together. Were I to.