The two women began talking and the one next to me said something about how some son of a bastard - her words - fucked her over. She was not pleasant ...about her mood, I surmised, and I figured I might piss her off worse if I started to converse with them.I decided to finish off my beer and call it a night. As I stood and put my empty can on the bar, the other woman looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, “See ya.” As I walked out, the couple at the table got up to leave also. I arrived. We saved their ideas and paid them for their creations.Just because it was 18 years ago that they were created doesn't meanthey are not the ones who wrote and produced any of the matches. Hankhad most of the ideas in the script, Taylor did most of the actualproducing since Hank had only just started udnerstanding wrestling. Yoursources were wrong in claiming any credit as their own ideas werescrapped as being too dangerous or taking too much time out of the othermatches."Turning to the. I got up from the couch and grabbed another bottle of wine from the fridge and a second glass. Well we both had a few more drinks, me more so than him. After I was good and liquored up, our conversation turned naughtier. He stood up from the couch and pulls out a small bowl and a lighter. "Do you want some?" he asked. I simply nodded and he began to load the bowl and hand me his lighter. I took a hit and passed it back to him and continued to smoke, drink and talk. Just then, I get a text from. "Let Lena and Frida help you beborn." Gaaaa ..." Quentin moaned. His face had long since softened and become muchmore feminine. Thick, lustrous black hair grew past his soft shoulders. Hewas up on his haunches now, moaning at the top of his lungs as his rearsoftened and began to expand. Lena and Frida sat down on either side of himand began pecking him on the cheeks. Frida pulled up his shirt and begansuckling on his small, male nipples. This was greeted with a moan of pleasureand Frida felt.