..given everything I know, my guess is its apair of her panties. Surrounding the table are curtains of plasticsheeting... with pictures of her ex-husb...and, Dan, in his various stagesof feminization taped to them.Shit, the last thing you want a psychopathic witch watching before doingbad things is Dexter. An involuntary shiver goes through my body as Irecall some of the results from this table. Lets just say when her darkside comes out, my girlfriend can be a REAL bitch of a witch. It lookslike. I watched Doug for signs of distress as he pumped the heavy bar through ten repetitions. He looked steady but tired as he tried to push the bar back onto the support bracket. For the last couple of inches, I took the bar from him and settled it on the support. After a few seconds, he took his hands off the bar and sat up, sweat pouring off him. 240 must have been close to his limit."Way to go," I said, as nonchalantly as I could. I reached out and clapped him on the back. He didn't flinch.When. A tall man in his forties and dressed in a smart designer suit greeted them. He spoke for a moment with their teacher, Mr. Taylor.Then he turned to the class."Alright class," he said. "My name is Fink. I'm in charge of operations here at BT Incorporated. I shall be showing you around. I'll also introduce you first hand to some of the projects we run here. Just to show you some of our ideas for a better future."He gestured towards the elevator."Now if you'd just follow me."Dawn took in the. She knew in her heart that this was what she wanted, but it was terrifying.“Only my ... husband has ever seen me like that. I don’t know.” Tears ran from Rebecca’s eyes. She licked her lips and chewed upon the lower one. She could see the shadows at the top of the hill dancing and could now hear a drum beating—a rhythm her heart soon matched.Intellectually, she had no problem with nudity, but she was from Indiana! No one there would ever consider ... And it wouldn’t just be a bunch of little.