" Not trusting myself to not screw this up I just smile and nod. At a secluded table in the corner of the patio we sit over wine and beer. I watch yo...u in rapt attention hanging on every drag. "You really enjoy this don't you?" You ask. "I can't get enough of sexy ladies smoking Auralia and you're at the top of the list." I reply. "Does it turn you on.....sexually?" You ask before taking a seductive drag. "Yes, more than you'd think possible." I reply "I've been hard since the store. The whole. ‘Is good house.’ He started. ‘Walls strong and no damp. Roof o.k., needs some new slates and ridge tiles re-setting. Most Roof timbers good a couple need re-placing. Floors upstairs good, just needing sanding and staining. Stairs have rot, need replacing.’ ‘Why is that?’ I interrupted him. ‘If the floors upstairs are o.k., why just the stairs?’ ‘I think robbers caused that. They ripped out the water pipes without turning off water. Pipes were all Lead. Water cascaded down stairs, I think reason. Anderson!’-for such was the name that I had given her which you may be sure was a ready and fictitious one — ‘I am surprised indeed at your actions, that you, a gentleman as you are, would so treat a young lady when she visits you for the first time! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ And struggling to her feet amidst gales of laughter from both of us, she made as if to leave the room, only to be caught tightly in my arms and subjected to a new torrent of the kisses, embraces, and fondlings so. She remembered setting up the mirror to her height when she moved in. She was barefooted yet continuously found herself lowering her posture. Then it hit her. She was taller. She hadn’t felt anything but watched herself grow above the mirror’s view almost to the point that only her breasts were visible. Her belly became exposed as the shirt raised higher and her shorts gave her a slight wedgie. It stopped. Tiffany could only assume that she was now near enough six and a half feet tall. She was.