” Triann said. They both turned to stare at Sam for a moment their faces held shock then large smiles.Well, large smiles til, they both started to f...loat slightly off the ground. Fino looked at Triann then back to Sam. “So this was your plan? To accelerate us so, we would be ready far faster. Impressive, though as I told you before, we haven’t had a body for a long time, we still need the time to reacquaint.”“I realized that when I did this, though you might consider, I did more than just. ...was Melinda's expression. Ron was still tryingdesperately to shrink.Greg then opened the refrigerator and was half surprised to see atwelve pack of beer, with some still left occupying the otherwisedeserted appliance. Retrieving three cold cans, he tossed one to thesurprised youth, gave another to his now shamed mistress and openedthe third and took a long draught. Leaning back against the sink,Greg surveyed his conundrum. He looked at Ron, the slight frame,shoulder length light brown. Freda kicked her in the belly once again and moved away to confront him. "What do you want?" Uh, just these for you to approve." he handed her some papers."You're mean." Devon said, clutching her wounded titty. Both of them turned and stared at her in surprise. Freda glared angrily."Looks like somebody needs some more training." Franz grinned.It had been a long day's wait, but the men were finally here. The company had not been happy when he'd told them that the only way to get the girl out was. Inquiring... of his wife?" I asked smoothly.He looked down at me, sitting half naked in a ratty old arm chair that someone else threw away years ago, the limp, half-eaten sandwich still in my hand."Look, Pal," he said. "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you. I solve problems for the Senator, and I have to decide whether or not you're a problem. Getting cute with me isn't going to make this any easier. What do you want with the Senator's wife?"I heard the doorknob rattle again while he.