The day before they were due to fly home they decided to take one last drive in the countryside. They came across an old Abbey with beautiful gardens ...and very old buildings.Ingrid had always been interested in old architecture and so with camera in hand she took many photographs of the Abbey's buildings and gardens. As they drove back to the city Ingrid said, "Wow! that was a beautiful place ,I must have taken thousands of photographs!"She rummaged in her bag but much to her horror there was no. " WHAT? You idiot! How is that going to make me better?" she asked. Her voice cracked slightly as she said that.I paused a few seconds, fascinated by the view of her body bulking up, gaining mass (from where?), and beginning to show muscles where none were before. Her jaw line squared up a little, her Adam's apple became visible, and her hairline receded a fraction of an inch while the length of her hair somehow became much shorter. Her breasts diminished at the same time her chest expanded,. But, ………he didn’t pull away. I stopped shaking his hand and dropped it to his crotch. I gently rubbed his package while my left hand pulled the zipper down on his fly. Using both hands to undo the snap, his trousers fell to his feet. I pulled his boxers down as well and both hands went to work on his junk. He had an abundance of pubic hair and my left hand played with his hairy nutsack. My fingers softly rubbed and tugged on his cock. It was cut and maybe 3 inches long, good girth, fair sized. But a thunderstorm as violent as this one usually happens during the summer months."John Windom was in serious trouble now. PPs stuck needles in recalcitrant experiments. They didn't hit them. Especially female PPs. Two or more male PPs held violent experiments down and another took them out with needles. That's how it was done on this planet.But a PP had struck him, a female PP, and she'd screamed at him, called him a rapist, said that he'd raped Grace. He didn't rape Grace. Grace didn't say.