"NO!!" He cried in despair. He struggled to rise to his feet and failed. Looking back, he could see the virus reach and radically change his foot. The... foot drew back on itself as the nails of his toes merged and grew into a hoof.The virus started making its way down his other leg, but Quince was watching his crotch. The virus had been based on the foal, since it was roughly the same size as a human. Quince wished that the foal had been male, as his penis and testicles were absorbed into his. ??That?s not true.? Mrs. Staple said in tears as Jack took the knife she used to carve the Thanksgiving roast and sliced it across his arm. ?I tried for a couple years now to make mom love me for who I am.? Jack said in a cold, dead tone. ?From now on, your two choices are either a live daughter or a dead son. I want that to be understood.? ?This is insane.? Jack?s dad pounded his fist into the wall and shook his head. ?I can?t believe what I?m hearing.? Tears filled Jack?s eyes and he slipped. They called him "Gran'pa" and asked was he the real Uncle Tom they had heard so much about. Jefferson took it with patience, and then told his smiling persecutors that he was a "rich plantation owner from the shore," that Seth was his indentured body servant and that he had sold better men than they were. They laughed together and slapped each other on the back, trading tobacco and jokes. Seth felt left out of the grown-up horseplay and went to see Ben, who was eating very well and seemed happy. I was scared. I'd heard stories about guys whose first time was over in seconds and I was afraid that if I came too quick Staci would make nasty comments and our relationship, which was not all that good to begin with, would get worse. Much, much worse. I could just imagine the distain she would show me in the future, but the little head was screaming "Do it fool, do it!"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I shouldn't do it. You can't do it. It would be wrong. It would be incest.