" Powers?" I said. "Yes, they have the ability to alter a person’s personality. Some in just a small way, making them less grumpy say. Others are m...ore powerful. So tell me, if there was one thing about this girl you could change, what would it be?" Nothing," I lied. "That is why I want to marry her."He looked at me with doubt in his eyes. "Can you name anything about her that would explain to me why you want to marry her?"I was dumbstruck for a moment. "One thing," I thought. Her tits were. " An... ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps, a young man of above-average physical. What's going to happen now?" he finally asked."I don't know," I moaned. "We get kicked out on the street? I get disowned? We never see each other again? Who knows?" I wanted him to go away. We were dead as far as I was concerned. No way would my mother let this slide, and it was all my fault, no matter what Jason said."Jennifer, look at me." Go away." Jennifer, look at me." I said go away," I mumbled."No. It's my room."I laughed in spite of myself, and rolled over too look at him. To my. He moved his clawed hand down below her bellybutton and dragged the tip of one claw across her belly."Soon you will be so fat with a demon child in you, you wont be able to see your toes."He retracted his claws and shoved one finger between her legs as he held her still with his other hand grasping across her chest and shoulder.She gasped and struggled to keep her legs closed tight as he shoved further, his fingers painfully chafing against her soft white skin. His fingertip found her opening.