“Maybe we should tell him what we’ve seen,” Ermine suggests.Althea slides over to the seat beside her co-worker, slipping her hand around his ch...st. “We shouldn’t. Technically that’s our boss too.”Ermine feels her breasts against his back. “I didn’t recognize her without those nice clothes she always wears. Should we just pretend that we didn’t see it?”Althea smiles and leans closer. She speaks softly, yet just loud enough for Trevor to hear. “Maybe you should just loosen up and have some fun. With a sleepy yawn, I put some paper towels under myfeet and stuck some cotton balls between my toes. With a dab my toeswere soon a colorful pink. I put on my headphones and listened to musicwhile they dried.A short time later, I got into the shower and enjoyed the water hitting my\nipples as I moved the soap all about my new form. It been eight yearssince Santa had transformed me on Christmas vacation, and I neverenjoyed hitting the tub more since becoming a teenager for the secondtime. As. There was only one way he would have gotten in, he had to have his ticket. Which met he probably saw their bedroom. Care to tell me what happened to our room? he murmured as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her. There was no point in lying to him, she thought. I read the letter you gave Henry. She whispered. God, you werent supposed to read that. he breathed out as he hugged her tighter, Riley did the same as well. It doesnt matter anymore your home, her voice shaky as her she began to. Now if only he weren’t an asshole. Said asshole had just rammed into my shopping cart with his as I browsed amongst the fruits and vegetables of the produce aisle. “Hey Jackass! Watch where you’re going!” I blurted. “Oops! Sorry ma’am, it was an accident.” He stammered. I scowled at him, noting that his eyes were indeed glued to my t-shirt bending bra-boulders. Angrily flicking my short brown hair I called him on it. “Accident my ‘A’! You were staring at my T!” “Wh-uh?” He blinked at my.