The other way is to actually shape shift and become an exact replica of the person you are impersonating. We had been studying and practicing for the ...last week. I had been my dad, my mom, Marty, The President, just dozens of people. I was getting pretty good at it. I was having a bit of trouble keeping shape during extreme emotional states. I would, if not very careful, revert to my natural form. Extreme emotional states you ask? The panic you feel when your head has been held forcefully held. She groan again as he mauled her. “At least you’ve got big tits,” he said, “they sag like fuck, not like those beauties on Gina, they’re amazing, l bet she’d like my cock between her tits.”“Just get on with it Frank,” she finally said in frustration, his constant talking had driven away her vision of Baz fucking her, now she just wanted her husband to get off her and let her return to her dream. “Are you in yet,” she said, smiling to herself knowing how that statement would rile him.“Fucking. Not actually the truth. The partner in the law firm that she had taken up with was fifteen years her and Morgan’s senior. He was no heart throb, but he had money. Divorced once with two boys who were grown he was looking for a second chance. Dana was looking for an easier life. He had money a big house on Long Island Sound. Dana was trading up a concept that Morgan understood. Still this had its dangers. He tried to warn her, but she was already gone. The children took the divorce hard, but. The figure stood tall, and afterputting away their shotgun into a briefcase, made their way out aswell. But not before uttering to themselves, in a rough EasternEuropean accent, "Aha, so there you are, my little fern flower-beseeing you soon heh," as the figure descended down from their keep andleaving into the maroon November dusk.Morton and Chloe made their way back to the safe house without a word.Morton had made sure to call 911 anonymously once they were out ofsight, hopefully that poor.