"I thought about my own abilities and how the more I used them the better control I had, "Maybe if you practised with it then you would be able to las... longer," I suggested.Vicky looked thoughtful, "Hmmm I'd never really thought about it before but I guess you're right. I'd just sort of ignored that ability since I didn't want people to know about my other changes and that was part and parcel of them. A bit of practice would probably make them more useful."While Vicky was thinking on that our. I allowed myself to be led upstairs by a woman who, in reality, was old enough to be my mother. She opened a door and stood to one side to allow me to enter. It was obviously her bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large bed as the dominant piece of furniture.I heard the door click shut and then two hands on my shoulders spun me round and she kissed me hard on the lips, before pushing me away with such force that I staggered a few paces until the edge of the bed caught the backs of my knees. She was a beautiful young woman of Italian or Spanish extraction, Fatima thought; glorious shiny black hair framed a pale face in which there were sparkling green eyes which flashed hatred at the whole world. She had an ample figure with nice wide child-bearing hips, full breasts, and arse cheeks which would bounce and jiggle as she walked. For the first time, she thought, Fatima saw a slave in the Arab region with her plump mons veneris neatly thatched with the same lustrous black hair as grew. When she suddenly found herself on her back, staring up at him, she didn’t know how he’d put her there. She accepted his hand to pull herself back up, using her body weight and the fact that he was off balance against him to put him where she’d been just seconds ago. ‘One to one!’ Demon called out. He reached into a drawer at the desk and pulled out a small notebook of paper. He wet the end of the pencil with his tongue and marked the notebook. ‘Who’s in?’ ‘Put me down for twenty,’ Aidan.