I couldn't go to work like this! Was I still changing?"This is your fault!" I yelled. "I told you this would happen! Now what am I supposed to do? I d...n't know how long this will take to wear off! Or if it will. The residuals are worse this morning than they were last night!" Don't panic," she replied in a soothing voice. "Franco told me it only changed you temporarily. This will have to go away." Franco knew you were going to do this? I'll kill him!" No, remember? He tried to stop me. He just. But he was hungry and hadn’t fed in a few days, so he instead of lingering on that feeling, he just continued. He grabbed her harshly and pulled her into a fierce kiss, hard and hot, throwing her onto the bed and soon as he pulled away. He ripped off his shirt revealing his flawless pale body, muscular and untainted of imperfections and climbed on top of her going in for another mouth crushing, groin grinding kiss. He pulled her dress over her head and flung in across the room leaving her naked. Her body convulsed so hard he almost got pushed out. Then he turned her head and kissed her. Their tongues played as she rocked her hips up against his body. Finally, he broke the kiss and shoved her onto the bed. He flipped her over, her arms still locked up in her shirt. He pushed her skirt up out of the way and mounted her.“Take me,” she whispered. “Take your slut.”He fucked her. Their eyes locked as he did. His cock slammed into her again and again.“What are you?” he asked.“Yours,” she. When choosing between fighting or running, I generally opt for running. The next day I found a place to stay with another cousin on my mother's side of the family. After a couple of weeks my funds were running short and, with no work to be had, I enlisted in the Navy. Time passed. I was honorably discharged, I earned a degree at university, and married. My father passed away and I inherited a house where I lived with no mortgage. I was doing okay. Then, one day I received a phone call from my.