"Please take out your sketchbooks and begin, I will walk about andcritique your work," she said.The afternoon flew by in a series of art exercises and... commentary fromObie, which turned out to be the name of the instructor. Her Critiquesenlightening and helpful, her lessons to the point and in only a fewhours I found I had progressed a great deal.At the end of the session, she went around to each student, thanked themfor attending and giving a few personal words of encouragement. Eachstudent. I have a right mind just to takeyou to the supermarket right now." No please! Please don't, can we just go back to the house?" I beggedfrantically."I think it would do you good, to go somewhere and see how much you fitinto your new roll, honestly, nobody would recognise you as a man," shesaid."Deborah, please, please don't." I could feel tears welling up in myeyes."Hmm, maybe another time, or if you are naughty," she said starting theengine, "Something to keep in mind if you feel like. Mark stares at it yet again, though in a way he never thought he would. At first, it looks like her anus is obscenely stretched, gaping, so much so that he can see her in her, the redness of her bowels exposed. It takes a moment for Mark to process the sight enough to understand that her anus is contracting and dilating; it’s being pushed further and further open, then allowed to retract back as something moves within it.A barely-visible, but completely solid phallus, Mark realizes. Victor’s. She said to them that the Captain, Sargent Gary Carpenter and Sean already knew of the incident. She, however, had asked them, to keep it to themselves.Lee explained that she could have done something similar to Rodger, but she hadn’t. She really didn’t mean to wallop Syd as hard as she did. She just wanted to stop him from hurting them anymore. The bruises on her neck gave her story credibility.Ulani, Doc Von and the Captain agreed with Sean when he said they were all better off without Syd.