I do not own Dead or Alive or any of its characters. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story/CHYOA. All characters in this story... are aged 18 years old or older.~ ~ ~Dead or Alive: Xtreme 3 - Resort Serviceby DaxG2001 ([email protected])~ ~ ~It seemed a steal of a job. Working on an exclusive, sunshine vacation resort away from the worries and troubles of the rest of the world. Especially with the rumours that the guest list to the island was almost exclusively for. There was electrical tension in the room as we cooked together, throwing some stir-fry into a wok and warming up some bread from the local bakery. We studiously avoided bumping into each other, with mumbled apologies accompanying each failure. We ate in near silence, our topics of conversation being how our day had been, and how good the food tasted. After dinner we sat in the living room, he on the sofa and I in an easy chair, and this time HE talked. He talked about his hopes, his ambitions,. "Smooth out your transitions back to class, collect some of yourbelongings, that kind of thing." And what about us?" Marcus asked."That's why *I'm* here, Marcus dear," Lilith responded. The Littleslooked at her with some shock. "What? Any thrift store wizard can sensea person's name. Anyway, I'm here to turn you all into women." A little late for that," Brody muttered."Not at all! My lovely Kappas gave you all the requisite plumbing andarchitecture, but being a woman is about the *furnishings*.. Ashleigh lay on her back, still covered by the sheet. Tom was dressed in a robe and came forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He brushed her hair with his hand, then caressed her cheek. Ashleigh’s eyes were wide open now and her breath was quickening. ‘Good morning, Princess.’ He said. ‘How are you this fine Sunday morning?’ ‘Good morning, Tommy’ She replied. ‘I’m just terrific – how are you?’ Tom moved the sheet down to display her breasts. Placing a hand on her belly, he casually caressed.