Secondly... “Nightcore!” I said, cheerfully as I walked down the narrow, angular corridor. Behind me, Blackheart was fiddling with the collar that...was still strapped around his thick, muscular neck.“Nightwhat?” Blackheart asked.“Nightcore will cheer this place up!” I said, nodding, then started to tab through my internal music list. I had Queen and Weird Al and some nu-metal, and also two and a half albums by 30 Seconds to Mars (did they count as nu-metal or screamo?) Then I also had that numa. One of Justin Bradford's goon friendswas there, and he couldn't resist drawing attention to my underdevelopedmale body, and especially my 'boobs'."Hey, Johnson, nice physique! Did you forget your brassiere? Looks likeyou need one!" A buddy of his joined in in a very loud voice, "You shouldget one of those German brassieres, Johnson. You know what they call 'em-- shtoppemfromfloppen!" Everyone in the change area roared withlaughter, and I felt like flushing myself down the nearest toilet. But. "There, now we're even," she said, sticking her tongue out at her olderbrother. Though now they looked about the same age -- 15 -- withTommy's fawn-like looks maybe even making him look a bit younger."Daddy, I can't get over how young you look," she said once we'demptied the van and unpacked. It was true, though I was 46, I probablycould have passed for 30, or even younger. I made dinner for us all --my cooking skills really seemed to have develop along with my body, andafter dinner we tried on. I stepped up right in front of her body and pressed it up against the middle of her back, rubbing it up and down. "See, when you have a spot that is aching, or itching, or anything else, you just press this up against it . . . and it makes it feel so much better." She was looking up at me and almost rolling eyes in disbelief. I moved it further down, pointing the rounded tip just below the small of her back over her tight black denim shorts. "It.