He collapsed in a laughing heap, gasping for air. The girl dropped down beside him, seemingly unaffected by the frenetic dance. She propped her head o...n one hand and looked at Jan with a steady gaze.It was as if he were looking down a tunnel, peripheral sight was lost, just those mesmeric green eyes, boring into his mind, was all he could see.She smiled then, seeming to have made a decision. Wordlessly, she held her left hand out to his prone body, an unspoken gesture of invitation.Jon grasped. He remembered a sea of girls and vaginas. He had been ejaculating constantly, and his body seemed to be missing it. Sally was behind him, but he wasn't interested in any vaginas. Experimentally, he reached into his shorts and rubbed up and down, making his hand sort of like a vagina. Within a few seconds he spurted, and found his hand covered with a lot of sperm. He wiped it on his shorts and the sheet to get the worst of it off.A series of painful memories came back to him. He saw himself. The next load, and the sweatpants material had turned to a dull grey.When that changed to dress clothes I was surprised to see his ass lookedlike it had doubled in size and he was packing some sweater puppies too.He looked at me out of the corner of my eyes, not enough to see thedamage but enough to see that his face was completely different, withlong black eyelashes and rosy cheeks.---I made sure to grab his personal bag next. Marshall was fucking cursed,and I was going to make him see it. I. “Good luck at the Masciotro’s,” my mom said with a smile.As we walked behind my dad to the front door, Lynette softly asked, “How’d your mom know about Eda and Lisa?”“I told them last night while you were in the shower.”“Ahhh!” my girlfriend said as I stepped aside to let her through the front door before I pulled it shut.After we dropped my dad off at his shop on Oxford Street in London, Lynette said, “It’s still a little early to go and knock on Eda’s and Lisa’s door, isn’t it?“Probably..