Don't get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she's changing or ge...ting out of the shower. About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I'd been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after her shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long. Amy suddenly felt a powerful desire to fill her emptiness and knew that it was only a matter of time before her hungry pussy would ensnare the meat that it wanted, especially with the powerful new pheromones the potion had programmed her to produce. She snuck out of the stall and grabbed the sanitizer bottle, which happened to be just the right size for what she had in mind, and sat down on the lid of the toilet. She savored the addictive sensation of giving in to her craving, slowly sliding. ’ Linda’s roll of the eyes changed quickly to concern as she continued to listen. ‘Okay,’ was all she said before hanging up the phone. ‘That was, Tom. He wants us to go out and look for the, Entity. He received a mail that he thinks is important but can’t find the Entity anywhere. Poof! Gone! No explanation, no goodbye. ‘He also wanted to know if my cell phone is working, and, if we’ve had any contact with the Entity today.’ Tammy followed Linda into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed. It's a private jet."That would have been very exciting to the normal Stacey -- theday-before-yesterday Stacey.It was all too terrifying for the poor boy.Mr. Biggenstiff moved things along. "Don't worry about the dishes. Whydon't you go brush your teeth and shower while I get your clothestogether for the trip?"Shower?Stacey wasn't getting a bath? Like last night? With that wonderfulwashcloth?Was Mr. Biggenstiff tired of Stacey already? Insensitive to the boy'sneeds?Didn't Mr. Biggenstiff.