“I like her. She’s cute.” Sleepily The redhead looks around the room. “What’s with the dioramas?”Robert grins sheepishly. “I also have a... big, ornate train set that I crafted myself. It’s stored in my parents basement for now.” He ponders for a moment. “I think it has to do with control. When I was younger my dad died. That’s when I started stuttering. I felt like I had no control over my life. But when I crafted these models I had control over them. Through my hard work and following a set of. He was, after all, still in his mid-20's.He found himself to be drastically more trim and in shape. Even in hisimmobile and strained state, he was able to make out the faint outlinesof a 6-pack. Despite the changes to his waist and legs, Mark's thickpelvis was still as it was. The bulk hadn't gone away between his waistand legs in the slightest, making for an odd contrast in his"improvements."Mark was left alone for some time later, but he had no way of knowingjust how long. All he knew was. Taking one of these divine appendages into your hands you massage and lightly breathe onto it. At the arch of Her foot you softly kiss Her. Then you run your tongue up the side of Her foot and take Her big toe slightly into your mouth where you tug gently at it. You start placing small, slightly wet kisses up the top of Her foot. Making your way up Her calves you massage and kiss every inch of skin that you are allowed to touch. At Her upper thigh you pause waiting for permision, an eternity. The raw emotion she had seen unleashed in her parents had unnerved her and she lay on the floor pitifully alone. Betrayed by all those who had professed their love, she lay there lamenting her naivety, her trust and her stupidity. She lay alone, abandoned, deserted on the cold coarse carpeting of her floor with no one to hear her plea for help. Roger stood slowly, dreams of collage a high powered career, a normal adolescence fading away to dust, tears clouding his eyes he moved to his desk.