My Dad says I need a new pair of pants every month. Only, I'm not getting any bigger, just taller. It's like I'm getting stretched... like in a fun ho...use mirror. Except that it's no fun for me. Besides everything else, I'm getting tired of tripping over my own big feet." So what exactly do you want me to do for you, Richie?" I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world -- or even in the school. My grades are okay, but not spectacular. I don't think I can get them up enough to get any sort of a. ” Amelie said quietly. She could hear that the woman in front of her dropping to her knees. That was very strict, but she could see the logic. Two hands on her tits now. The woman said a single word in a language that Amelie could not place, either. The third person began to get up, Long nails playing with her hard, erect nipples. Pinching them lightly. There was something next to her chin now. She nearly turned towards IT, but thought better of it. A semi-hard penis was resting against nose.. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in their place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being older. Gone also were the heavy rimmed glasses, replaced by tinted contacts which gave his already intense blue eyes a captivating almost luminescent quality. It would be another. 42 hours later...A weary and charred Alex walked into his apartment before collapsing on the floor. On his face was evidence of the recent accident in the lab. His face was covered with black dust except around the area where his goggles had been. His clothes were ripped and covered with small black spots were the sparks from the explosion had touched it. He smelled of smoke and burned flesh, if his sense of smell weren't knobbed he would have noticed that he still smelled like burned.