Is it permanent?She asked. No, it only lasts a couple of hours. Ive done it a few times before and its worked every time perfectly. Do you want to try... I asked her. Does it hurt? How does it feel?She asked me. Well, it doesnt hurt at all. It kind of feels like soda pop under your skin but theres no pain at all. Just bubbling. Then you are transformed. I answered. Who could I be? she asked. You could be me if you like. I offered, remembering that I had a hair or two stashed for emergencies. You?. Karen's caresses always aroused her so much that climaxing was no problem, and Karen had to stop before Laura came.She propped herself up over the supine Laura, dangling her breasts until her nipples brushed Laura's wet ones."Then do it to me," Laura begged. "Do it to me however you want to, do it hard. Please." Do you still have that rope under the bed?" I only use it when you're here."Grinning, Karen fished under the bed with one hand, coming up with the coiled rope. Working slowly and. Heather poured Mélanie another glass of milk and summed up.“So, if I understand you correctly, you’ve got no place to stay, no job, no clothes and no money. Is that right?”Mélanie nodded, morose.“Right, first things first ... I don’t have any room here, nor do I have a job for you. Next week will be the harvest and it’s going to be hell. You’d only be underfoot. However, I do know someone. Let me make a phone call. I’ll be right back.”The dialogue in this story is partly in English, partly in. "WHITE!!" shouted Elizabeth, and slapped the desk."One white bathrobe coming up," said the ceiling ... actually ... it was coming down. "Poetic License," he said."The files," said Elizabeth... "And no kibitzing."The first three choices slapped down on the desk. The folders were thin. A simple Résumé listing schools attended, degrees acquired, positions obtained, hobbies ... now that was interesting. Hobbies; every single one of the three had listed Chaos as a hobby:Survival on Chaos.Fighting on.