Maybe they finally did leave me. I can’t blame them, much. All I hear now is the soft wind swishing against my turquoise atmosphere, and the sounds ...of those monsters. They wander around me, encircling me, making sure I never see those blue skies again. They haven’t tried to attack. Maybe I’m just too quiet, and they don’t notice me. Maybe they pity me. Maybe they just think I’m dead, just like they are. Maybe I should just– BANG. Thud. Hmm? BANG. Thud. Something’s out there, fighting their way. She still had on the anklet, her beautiful body was trim and fit, maybe even more so than before. I was having a hard time digesting the blond hair and blue eyes. How the hell had she changed her eye color to blue?Brett invited us in, a big smile on his face. His house looked more like something out of Home and Garden magazine than a home. It was huge, beautiful and impossibly clean! As we walked to his family room, the first thing I couldn’t help but notice was the big, round, totally open. She could use this length if she wanted to give an edgy yet professional presentation, but also as a goddess at a social event. At a trade show, she could pass for eye candy in a technology booth, at least until she picked up a disrespectful male engineer and lectured him, in the air, on real-time process control technology. The dress had a neck-to-hem golden zipper, clearly adjustable for her choice in what she wanted to show. Today, she showed just a bit of cleavage. With the heels, she was. ........don't."A tentacle swirled up from behind her and teased between her legs, the tip seemed to be pushing back toward her bum when Hermione shook her head again, "No, not there. Not in the ass"In an even quieter voice, almost too low for Hermione to hear, "Just along then? It feels good."Even as the thought flashed through her head, she found herself curious about the tentacles. Would the kisses feel good there too?"Just not in?"As she was enjoying all the sensations all over her body, she.