.. thunder all through the night... when the mountains so hard and so clear... the sky has nothing to fear... ”she whispered.She unfastened the wire... twist that held the gate and walked up the short path to the front door; she smiled as she saw the pile of logs beneath plastic sheeting that her cousin Finbarr must have left within the last few days. She turned and looked at the front garden and the fields beyond and realised that Finbarr had obviously been maintaining the smallholding while she. I planned to observe as much as they had to offer, every nook and cranny of their luscious bodies. I was directed to an apartment complex right next to the campus. I was told to park my Prius in their parking spot. They didn't have a car and so it was not being used. God, I loved college towns and college pussy! The two girls met me at the door of their third floor apartment. I was pleased to see they matched their pictures on Lush. Wendy was a dear with a pixie cut of her ginger hair. She was. .." I'm on my way, just stay there!" She had ended the call, leaving Aaronalone in women's bathroom stall, half dressed with a budding pair ofbreasts and longer hair. He knew that there was no amount of wrappingthat would convince people that he wasn't growing breasts, but Heathercould give him a quick trim...Time passed, and as it did Aaron simply waited. He was relieved to findthe changes had stopped again, but felt his tension rise every time thedoor opened. Fortunately no woman tried to. Why do we have to single people out? Why isn’t a roleplaying, vampire wannabe geek attractive? Why can’t I fall in love with all of them, make them mine, all at once, sit above the world and love everyone because they’re ugly, for hating themselves, for treating themselves like shit? One at a time, trying to piece them back together. Because it would kill me, so I label it bad and let it go. Part of me rattles it’s cage, wanting to get out. Why is anything beautiful? Why prize something above.