I wondered if I was suffering under some form of early onset of dementia with loss of memory as the first symptom.Sure, I had a few drinks but don’t...remember getting drunk. As I pondered the past evening, I wondered if I might have fallen victim to a spiked drink at some point given to me by some unknown enemy.At least the mysterious female was sleeping and breathing normally.I thought of the variety of films that I had watched with the poor victim waking up next to a naked bloody corpse with. To accomplish this, Benita stuffed rolled up socks down large and conservative panties and arranged them so that it looked like she had a small pot belly. Once she put on her tight jeans, however, she looked silly. The only way to not draw attention to her groin was to wear a pleated skirt so as to lose the lump in the ruffles. Wednesday went well and normal for Benita these days, she walked around the school in her skirt and now causally eyeing up the women she walked by. Now and again she. She had a new child, Kurt's half-sister, one of my futa-daughters. Janice had her futa-daughter, too. Despite this, Kurt and I remained close friends through college. I was happy he found his soulmate because—“Thirty seconds, Madam President,” the male producer, whose name I was blanking on, said. It had to be a male because women lost control of their lusts around me, especially if I had never bred them, so all the crew were men so they could focus on their jobs.“Right,” I said, breaking away. "What?" I asked him.He shook his head again, "I don't even know where to begin. Just when I think this can't possibly get any weirder, you do something else. So this other ... person, is what was causing all the problems, and then when Shannon got hurt, it was so desperate to save her that it was actually taking energy from you and somehow passing it on to Shannon, trying to somehow give her the strength that she needed to heal? So, the times you were suddenly weak and dizzy..." Shannon was.