." he replied, disappointed. "I'll go to a bank machine tomorrow."She went back to bed, realizing that she was disappointed too. She didn't need the m...oney, but it was nice to have some on hand. But was that the reason she had propositioned him this time? She was able to get herself off that night but it took some effort, and it wasn't a very strong orgasm compared the ones she had after getting her dad off.---"You gonna be able to afford me?" Janey drawled sultrily as she approached her stepdad. Cheryl was a little alarmed at this statement but refused to believethere was anything Beth could tell her. "Look, I've seen all those guysaround school so I know you haven't killed them and hidden the bodies." No," Beth laughed again, "this is about up at the cabin."Cheryl immediately thought of Don and wondered if she wasn't about totell her she wanted him. "Go on." Do you remember when the guys were, uh, servicing us and I grabbedyour arm?" Beth asked."Yeah, I jumped a bit. My eyes were. It was low roofed and beamy. It was noisy but there were no rowdies. There was a complete mixture of people: local farm workers, retired people, young marrieds. In fact, all sorts whereas her local pub was restricted to people who lived nearby but there was always an element of violence lurking whether from somebody who had drunk too much or from young men out to prove themselves. She revelled in the atmosphere and, more importantly, relaxed.She also marvelled at Richard. That he would do this. Which only made sense; after all, reality-altering software isn't going to fit on a standard harddrive.Stewart started by making the obvious changes to himself. (If you're wondering why I haven't described Stewart's appearance by now, it doesn't matter, because it's his altered form that will be the focus of our story) He made himself 6' 2'' tall, with short black hair and a defining jaw-line. He gave himself muscles, too; not body-builder level, but he certainly wouldn't have any trouble.