Wow, this is incredible. I wonder what kind of place this will be," I said, moseying around. It smelled of cut cedar and crisp, pink insulation, wet f...rom the ice crystals that blew through the door. I also knew of one other thing that was pink and fresh and wet. It laid between my legs and it was twenty years old, ready to be inhabited by some kind of long, hard entity. It's waited too long! I thought. I chuckled to myself."What's up babe?" Dave asked. He winked at me and licked those delicious. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret smiled at her and asked if she could sit down. Abigail offered her a cup of tea, but the older woman declined. "It's a big jump movin' out," she told her. "Ah promised your ma ah'd keep an eye on ya." I'm not a child," Abigail cried, and Margaret smiled."Nah, that yer not, Abigail. But..." The solicitor rubbed her hands and gave a. Which meant it wasn't as powerful as a commercial one. It was a ricochet, which reduced the impact some more but because it was out of shape and tumbling it made the wound bigger. Hey, I'll take a large, messy, non-fatal wound over a small, neat, fatal one any day. I had only lost a small part of my tongue so I should be able to eat, speak, and taste fairly normally. My jaw would be reconstructed using bone from my thigh and I would get a new set of decay proof molars screwed into it. I would. He thought of flushing them down the toilet, but didn't think many of them would make journey, and would just result in them sending someone in to see why the toilet was clogged.He sat, hands full of 'enhancements' and wondered what to do. Suddenly, it came to him. Somehow, as he was working on himself, he had 'moved' these things outside his body without disturbing the surrounding flesh. Remembering the mice behind the walls, he wondered if he could 'move' the parts into the empty space.