The gesture brings another smile to his face. “What do you intend to do with those?”“Whatever I have to,” she replies. “Now what do you want... from me?”“I have tasted the fruit and now I want to shake the tree it came from.”“There isn’t going to be an shaking from me,” Grace says as she launches herself at the man, the shears aimed straight for his chest.The color of ax skin changes to a purplish black and sever tentacles of the same color whip around from behind him. One on these tentacles. "Did you want to try it on?" I did," I say, confessing. Saying out loud what I'm coming tounderstand. I love being Ellen. I love her clothes, her shape, herlife. I love the way other people are around her. "I did," I repeat."Thanks, you'd have looked better," I add, with a sly smile."Oh shush," Shayna says, color filling her cheeks. "I told you didn'tI?" What?" Being a woman, with women. It's the best."I laugh, but only because she's right. "You did tell me," I agree. Istare out the window for. Then two and three.“Good. The Denver office has two agents about half an hour south of Sheridan. They’ll meet you at the Holiday Inn, it’s just off Ninety.”“I need to lose the car. And keep my Rachael Adams identity ... I mean Hertz...”“I understand, Jennings, this isn’t my debutante ball. We’ll take care of Hertz. Meanwhile the Sheriff’s office in Billings has an ABP out for Wexler. Probably won’t do much good without a vehicle description.”“Okay. Thanks. I’ll call Daddy now.”Despite having. Everything was silent except for the murmuring of people by the water and the gentle sounds of the ocean. At this point, Madelyn was enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and didn't care whether or not the man had grabbed his trunks and ran away. She didn't want to move, just in case he was still nearby and she'd be forced to talk to him. After several minutes of listening to the ocean, Madelyn was drifting to sleep when she felt two hands gently cupping her ass, then moving between her thighs.