Ich injeziere Petra das Serum und hoffe ihr wird ihr neuer Koerper gefallen. Kaum habe ich die Spritze zur Seite gelegt, kommt wieder Leben in Petras... Koerper.Petra: Ich komme wieder zu mir, meine Haende ruhen immer noch zwischen meinen Schenkeln. Ich bin schweissgebadet und voellig erschoepft, dennoch kann ich es nicht lassen meine Scham zu streicheln. Vielleicht liegt es daran, dass sie ploetzlich komplett nackt ist. Mein immer sorgfaeltig getrimmtes Dreieck aus roten Schamhaaren ist. They always seemed to hang around each other, Tommy and Sally, studying, talking but never even holding hands. Oddly, neither held hands with anyone else, which Anne should know since she taught at their school."Hi, Mum!" Tommy called strolling through the kitchen with his hands down his pockets."You're back early! How are the Williamson's?" Dunno, they weren't home." Tommy kept strolling."Just a minute!" Tommy stopped and looked his mother in the eyes like she had struggled to teach him. "It. We just hadn’t decided to take that step. Surprisingly - or maybe not - we had actually discussed this and even the possibility that we might change that state before leaving for school in the fall. I don’t mean to make it sound like this was a purely clinical approach. Not at all. We weren’t really nerds, but we were both fairly level headed and looked at the world in a realistic way - at least most of the time. We had agreed that we would not set about and plan “to do the deed” at a. ’ ‘Did you feel the wood box?’ ‘Not yet.’ ‘Get to it.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Now, Boy!’ he shouted when I did not move fast enough. I filled the wood box. Then I snuck out and went for a drive. My car was a 1983 Ford Mustang that I saved up for and bought for myself. I was very proud of that car. I drove to the Springfield Bridge and stopped on the side of the road. I walked to the edge of the bridge and looked down into the muddy waters of the Potomac River. Was this God’s plan for me? I wondered. What.