“Hi Professor, what can I do for you today?” John asked.“Can I have a few minutes of your time?” Professor Abbey asked, “And a cup of your w...orld-famous coffee?”“Are we talking about what my ex-wife did after I offered her a cup of my coffee?” John laughed“Sir, maybe I should frisk him to see if he is carrying anything dangerous?” Sam suggested.“Help yourself and have a seat, Professor, what can I do for you today?” John laughed.The Professor sat, setting his coffee down on the desk then reached. Holy Moly! His ass was huge! He turned and twisted to get abetter look, but whichever angle he had ended with, the same result. Hehad a big butt! Since when did he look like a pear? Hmmm, no wait...itwasn't a pear, he thought. His body reminded him of something else.That's it! An hourglass. He looked more like an hourglass in shape. Howodd...he never thought of himself in that way.He continued to stare, knowing in his gut that something was wrong. Heknew that he looked different somehow, but he. Tavia checked to see if he was holding a knife or covered in blood, but everything appeared normal and she let out a relieved sigh. Her Father mumbled something under his breath; he was shit faced and completely incoherent. He continued bickering something incohesive, but then turned around and stumbled back out of her room. Tavia waited until he was completely out of site, then made a mad dash across her room and shut the door. 'I need to get the hell out of this house' was the only thought. What else to do, except much more masturbation?Alessandra alineates and is mostly all alone, although she keeps close contact with Linda, who is all into men. Alessandra is all alone, halfway her teen years as a yummy young blonde beauty. Most girls her age turn their focus outward, she turns the other around, inwards. As it happens at that time in life, her reaction is extreme. She can't bare to see herself in the mirror. Alessandra only has an eye for how ugly she is. Second sign of the time.