He still seemed flustered. “You okay, Carl?” I asked, clapping him on the shoulder.He nodded. “I’m a little disturbed by a few things though.�...�I took one of the seats nearby and gestured for him to do the same. “How did you know what was wrong?” he asked.“I didn’t,” I said. “I decided that the easiest thing I could check is the physical connection points. If that hadn’t turned up anything at either end, I’d have checked the cables for crimping and then looked at the cap for signs of damage, like. He could smell the putrid liquid on his legs, the warm vomit decidedly cold in the December air. He tried hard not to think about the puke that was coating his legs but it was hard not to.A few people turned their noses up at him as he walked and ran down the road towards his house. The light was on when he got home and Natalie shouted when he closed the door. "How was it? What the hell happened to you?" Natalie squealed with a smirk on her face, appearing naked at the door to the lounge."What. Clark asked. “Yes, sir. For not training Alice properly.” Sarah replied. “You are correct.” Mr. Clark said. “And for that, I will give you six strokes of the cane. Please count them out loud for me.” “Yes, sir.” “Alice, please stand in back of the desk, so I have plenty of room to swing the cane.” So Alice went behind the desk, and this way she could watch Sarah’s facial expressions while she was being caned. There was the whistle of the cane, then CRACK! “Ouch. One. Thank you, sir. Please give. They waited for Paul to roll over once in his sleep and brushed some hair out of his face on autopilot. With the first step out of the way, Mrs. Jutras sprayed the second formula onto Paul. They watched as his new nipples shrunk back into his body while it started to reduce in size. He stopped regressing in age when the nanites made him a six year old."All set for morning," a younger Mrs. Jutras said with a smile at her new little girl. When his pink, Sailor Moon alarm clock went off, a tiny.