"And you believe I am this creation is that right?" Anthony asked sarcastically. "I believe it was Dr. Edward Burrows who created this creature. Certa...in details from your life when compared to the diary match up quite consistently." Santiago said watching for a reaction before continuing. He had to try to keep the look of triumph on his face, when Anthony's mask broke for a second. Acting as if he hadn't seen it he continued so as not to overplay his hand, "Yes I believe that was the name. A. "From the first time I met you, I knew therewas something very special about you, Sandy. Maybe part of it's becauseyou're such a wonderful singer, and I really wanted to do that myself.I'm not good enough, but you definitely are!" Only until my voice changes," I interjected."Maybe it won't. There've been some very successful male singers, likeWayne Newton, who had high voices. But I also really admire you as aperson, and I like your style too. You always dress so well and you'realways so clean. She had a perfect set of tits and an ass that'd make any gay man turn straight. And with a slim waist and green eyes completed her amazing looks. And to top all that off she was a Milf. (Hell Yeah!) She had two kids, but no husband. Me and my friends used to contemplate as to why her husband would leave such a fine piece of ass. (I found out the answer to that question later on). Anyways though, on with the story, the real story. I was in Ms. Hannah's English class one Friday. Bored as fuck. . allowed my mind to capitulate and sleep. Sleep. Oh, glorious sleep! Why had I fought him? I was born to yield to this feeling. This was not like when I had been semi-awake and bare before the crowd. Now, I was DEEP. He spoke to me, and I heard, but I couldn't discern his words. I found myself nodding at times."One Two Three." And I awoke. I was breathing deeply. My body wanted something ... there was a deep need within me. It was a lot like before, when my breasts tingled with anticipation;.