This is tooweird. I examined my hands some more. I know it seems like a strange partof the body to focus so hard on, especially given the fact that my...enormous dong is M.I.A., but they are right in front of me at all timesand are just so, so... dainty. I've always prided myself on being a Man'sMan. Someone all the guys looked up to. But that's not how I really feltinside. I let my hands wander my hairless body and thought how much nicerthis felt than my older, hairy body. This felt more real to. Madison Freemantle on the piano in the ballroom of the country club, her friends just about attacked me in a frenzy of lust.They swarmed over me like an army of red ants at a picnic, and before I knew it I was on the hardwood floor with my pants down around my ankles, and several women with expensive haircuts competing to see who could do a better job of sucking me off."Oh, Muffy, stop it, you're no good at this," a blonde in a pink tennis outfit said, pushing Mrs. J. French Pennington off my. ... In other words with that bitter no-colornostrum from the little paper cup ingested---chin-chin, here goes nothin'and down the old hatch---it is/was/will be just a few seconds 'til thatthe long echo "HOW ARE YOU FEELINGGG-G-G?" tweaks the universe, viewpointperception causality the whole enchilada. Rewriting my past. But in theworld where I never was him, then I never took place in the experimentand turned into me. Thus begins the looping. Stop time/stop it!I grow up a farm girl, looks like. " Enough," said Tarras. Both Uras and Duric turned towards their host.Tarras let out a sigh and looked up. Duric was a bit taken aback. He had not remembered seeing the man so haggard, or so lacking of any warmth or geniality.Duric had learned only recently how Janna's death at the hands of the Emperor had affected Tarras. He was almost embarrassed at how much more Tarras mourned the loss of his undeclared lover as Duric had his cousin. Duric was a blood relation, but it somehow paled to what.