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After some debate I decided that the story that would go between chapter one and two was not going to go between but just integrate it into chapter two. I hope everyone is fine with that. Again, as with all my stories please- write a review, I am trying to learn how to be a writer on some level. Spelling and grammar is my downfall... or so I have been told. If you missed chapter one, please, stop right here and read that one first, this is not a standalone story. This story starts roughly a week after the events in chapter one, so William has had a week of time. I hope you enjoy. Potion - After Taste Chapter 2 By Gypsy Twenty two days before today - The team leader directed with hand and finger gestures. The four men that followed him were all dress similarly to him- black Battle Dress Uniforms (BDUs), soft boots manufactured in the Middle East, black shemaghs to cover their faces and heads, two pistols per at a minimum (of various manufacturers), an M4 assault rifle (affixed with sound suppressors) were not new, and four magazines each. Special grenades that would land wide cone down every time. Slim packs that were once loaded to capacity with explosives. Radios and other gear. Four of the men looked near identical, but one man had a few extra items that set him apart. That one man carried a staff- a wooden knurled old staff, across his back, and a long bladed knife- almost a sword in length at his waist. While that man stood his ground watching with a slow scan the others planted explosives about the underground building's garage. The mage clicked with his mouth, catching one of the men's attention, then he looked at the bank of silent and still elevators. The man he had signaled lowered his hands from the explosives he was setting and pulled one of his three pistols. The pistol was a Colt Model 1911. The weapon was about thirty years old based off a pistol that was a hundred and five years old. He pulled a sound suppressor from his leg that looked to have been an aluminum flashlight altered into a suppressor. He walked and screwed the suppressor onto the weapon's barrel, then thumbed back the hammer on the pistol. He stopped beside the elevator and waited, giving a quick glance about at the empty garage. There were no cars within his line of sight, outside was dark. One of the other men, raised his silenced rifle and took careful aim at the elevator. While yet another paused his work and scanned about the garage with his rifle. He saw a person through a distant window in the concrete wall for just a second in passing, but the person did not look nor did that person alter their course as long as he could see them. The elevator had made no sound when it came down, no lights or indicators until its doors dinged, and opened. The man that stepped out was with building security, oblivious to any intruder. The man with the pistol shot the security man in the head. Brains and blood sprayed to the far wall thirty feet away. The body dropped as the man stepped into the entry of the elevator, he saw a woman in the elevator's corner. The woman had a micros second of terror run through her eyes before he shot her once in the face. Her body hit the wall and she slid down the corner dead. The man took the suppressor off his weapon and holstered his pistol and replaced the pistol in its sheath. He drew out a packet of explosives and stuck them to the side of the elevator above the door, then made sure the security guard's feet would keep the doors from closing. When the man had returned to the group the man with that staff pulled the staff from his back, reaching out far, he let the tip of the staff scrap on the floor in a circle around himself. The other men moved into the circle aiming their weapons out. The leader pushed a button on a detonator and one of the devices he left on the wall started counting down from nine seconds. At three seconds the man with the staff said a few words and the group disappeared. The explosion and ultimate destruction of the office building in South America was said to have been an act of terrorism by a well-known Muslim extremist group. * The small group of intelligence officers stood around a man in a loincloth, the man was staring into a kiddie pool half full of water. The man in the loincloth had short dark thinning hair, and was in good shape for a man in his early sixties. His body covered lightly in tattoos of magical origin along with one that was his most powerful- "US Marine Corp," with a snarling bulldog. "He still lives, and I cannot scry the location," the mage said. The group of men left the man with the pool of water and spoke softly in a corner surrounded by runes of protection about their failure and their plans- all of which were failures in their minds. "This isn't working," the Marine Lieutenant's words ended the discussion. "Commander," the man in the loin cloth walked up to the small group, "we should consider the treaty. The prophecy is seven days away." "There is still one chance," the Commander said. "Betting it all on the one?" one of the Commander's men said with a slow head shake. "There has to be something to tell us what is coming, and who besides X'ian might be behind this," the Commander said in snarled frustration. "I am not living as a slave," one of the men told them, "and neither will my children." "He is well protected," was all the man in the loin cloth said before he turned back to his blue fishy pool. "Commander-?" "Lieutenant-?" "My apologies, I spoke out of line." "You are frustrated, Lieutenant, I understand," the Commander said, "so am I... we need to have some fresh eyes. I want everyone to get some rest. We'll give the intel a fresh look tomorrow." The three Naval men and four Marines separated. The Commander stayed to watch the loin cloth man at the kiddie pool. * Seventeen days before today - The plane was traveling from Los Angeles to Dallas/Fort Worth on Good Friday carried ninety three passengers, and five crew, when it was attacked by Garvishtorn'aha. Most dragons have a breath of fire, but many have something else- wind, lightning, acid, gas, water, and so forth. Garvishtorn'aha was rare, she could exhale super charged air or regular old lightning. This massive blue dragon was a visage of nightmares, mean and angry, with no love or concern in her eyes. She flew in behind the plane and blew into the turbine with her wind blast, tearing the turbines from the plane, heavily damaging the plane. The plane began to struggle with a damaged wing and no engine. She adjusted her flight path and exhaled into the other engine. The engine exploded, tearing a larger section of the wing off and putting the plane in even worse condition. The plane was not doing well, it's systems failing, its speed falling, it began to descend. The pilot expertly used the added speed to stabilize the plane, unaware of the dragon that followed closely behind as it began to exhale along the bottom edge of each wing, disrupting any lift the plane had. Until it began to fall. She watched it plummeting to the Earth for several hundred feet then the tour bus sized blue dragon dove after the plane. She dug her claws into the metal hide of the plane and pulled. The wind helped her tear a hole the size of a small car into the plane, a number of unsecured passengers and flight attendants were torn from the plane and flailed past her. She stuck her head into the passenger's cabin and looked at a few of the passengers then grabbed the seat of one terrified woman, tearing it free of the deck that it was attached to then leaping free of the plane. The woman in question was nearly fifty years old, and like her fellow passengers very frightened. Her brown hair was graying and windblown, her business clothing tattered and damaged by the wind. Garvishtorn'aha brought then to a stop, her wings beating slowly. "Child," Garvishtorn'aha said with a smile, "it is wise that you chose to wear your safety belt." Far below the pilot managed to get the plane horizontal, thought they were still falling much to fast. "You killed all those people to get to me?" she yelled to be heard over Garvishtorn'aha's beating wings. "I did. Now tell me, where is your Grandfather?" "My Grandpa-" "Your Father's father." "You are just going to kill me," she said, "and him." Garvishtorn'aha smiled- "I want your Grandfather to pay attention to me, to talk to me. If he does so then you are more than welcome to go with him back to your home." "You mean you will let me live?" "I mean, I will let you go home," Garvishtorn'aha smiled at her again, "I have others I can speak to child, make no errors, more will die today if you deny me." "Dragons never keep their word," the woman said. Garvishtorn'aha tossed the seat from one claw the next, scaring the woman- "you are married?" "Leave my husband out of this," she cried. "I am a shape shifter, I will travel to your home, seduce him. Then I will skin him alive, and eat his flesh while he watches, now answer my question," Garvishtorn'aha threatened. "Please-" "Know your place human! You are food. You are a host. You have information I want and that is the only reason that you are alive," Garvishtorn'aha snarled at her, "answer my question or I will kill you and take the addresses and phone numbers of your kin and hunt them down for the information. Where is your Grandfather?" "Portland, Oregon," she said looking far below she saw the plane slam belly first into the Earth. "They are just giant rocks with thrusters," Garvishtorn'aha told her than dove towards the Earth, holding the seat in her hands and close to her belly to protect the woman from as much of the wind as she could. The woman screamed until she passed out. * Garvishtorn'aha shifted her size down until she was the size of a small car, then she landed in the back yard of a house. She further changed into a woman- human, mid to late twenties. She dropped the seat in the grass and walked up to the back door of the house. She gave the door one mighty kick and the door slammed all the way open, shattering the glass in the neighboring windows. The door frame would not survive, the door was hanging just barely by two hinges. She walked in and listened, then went back outside and picked up the woman in her seat, cut the seatbelt with her finger nail, and carried her upstairs. She dropped the woman on the master bed and went to a dresser and started rifling through clothes. She slipped on a pair of panties and a bra, her body changed, filling out the bra until it was overly full. She found a blouse and a skirt, shoes, then turned to the woman. Using her finger nails she tore the woman's clothing off of her just as she was waking up. "Get dressed," she ordered her. Confused and scared the woman shyly did as ordered. "Who are you?" "I am Garvishtorn'aha, you may call me Torri," she said with a smile as she ran her fingers over the woman's blouse, "I am fond of women's clothing. But I must admit a certain love of having a man's form." "Yo-you can shape shift into men?" "Older dragons can shape shift," she said with a tilt of her head, "and I am... old." The woman was scared, shy, and nervous, but smart enough to know that if she found out information she might be able to get that to someone before she was murdered horrifically by this brutal beast. "You want my Grandfather... why?" "Because he knows where I am going next," she said with a smile. "Now, address." "I don't have it on me, it was in my bag in the plane," she said feeling some great concern. "What is your name, child?" "Megan Fielding," she answered quite fearful of the woman before her. "Your Grandfather gave his son a name, what was it?" "Volkov, it's Russian, it means wolf, or something like it," Megan said wanting to pull back from the woman. Torri rattled to her in Russian. Megan was lost instantly. "A shame," she said, "your heritage should be more important to you humans." "Do you wish to live?" Megan nodded. "Find him- and if you give me away, or try to call for help," Torri smiled, "I eat you while you live. If you fail to provide me with what I want I will do things to you that you will regret." "Alive?" Megan asked looking very frightened. "Yes, I change into my natural shape, grab you in my mouth and swallow you, the acid in my belly melts your eyes and flesh and you eventually die. Would you like to see? There are people nearby," Torri offered, "I can demonstrate." Megan thought a subject change was in order- "How... how did you find me? You did not even know my name?" "Mage," she said with a smile. "Now that I have your scent I need no mage to find you. Understand?" Megan nodded, terrified. "You have three hours," Torri said to her. "What happens in three hours?" "I get hungry." "But you said I could live..." "For sex, as I said, I like a man's form," Torri smiled stroking Megan's cheek. Megan looked very frightened. "I don't want to have sex with you though." Torri tilted her head to the side- "then I would work quickly, because in three hours you will have sex with me." * "Oh," Megan gripped the man's shoulders, "oh, God, you are... I am cumming again, oh, God, please don't stop!" Torri had knocked her down used her hands to rape Megan into submitting to sex. Megan cried, and begged this strange man to stop. There was something that the man was doing to her that made her feel good. It was like no rape that Megan had ever feared, this was like an erotic tail. The man was huge, beautiful, and very large. He held her on the bed and held her down for a long while then he moved between her legs. She fought a little but then when he entered her she screamed out in pleasure like no other pleasure she had ever felt, like the last forty years of sexual acts was nothing. She forgot about her husband for thirty plus years, and the love they had, the home they had made and the children she had bore for him. All she wanted was this man, pounding inside of her, giving her an orgasm with every other movement of his body into or out of her. Torri drove deeply into her repeatedly until Megan was spent then Torri gave the woman one mighty thrust and ejaculated into her. Megan had been with a few men in her life, and never had she felt such an odd ejaculation. It felt like one pulse, and one thing injected into her. And, Torri- the man's face was blank of emotion or interest. Torri smiled at Megan, then pulled from her, looking a little sad when she looked back at Megan. Megan was asleep in seconds with a smile on her face. "It pleases me to no end that you will bear my child, the child of my enemy's ally," she said then shifted and changed into Torri. She got out of bed and went downstairs just as a man unlocked the front door. He paused at the sight of the naked woman standing on his tile floor in his house. "Can I help you?" he asked looking her not so unpleasing body over. "Oh, hi," she smiled and moved seductively up to him, "I'm Torri, you must be Dan." "I'm Tom-" He retreated from her a little- "what are you doing in my house?" "You look like a Dan," she moved seductively, and carefully. He paused. She pressed herself against him- "emm, are you sure?" "Dan it is," he said, as she came up to kiss him. Torri pressed her lips to him and Tom felt an electrical shock travel through his body from her mouth, then she dropped him and walked over and closed the front door. A few moments later Tom came to with Torri straddling his chest, she was naked and smiling in an oddly seductive yet intimidating way. "Tom, hello, my name is Torri, I am here looking for your help. I have no idea who you are, I picked your house at random because there were no cars here. Now, scream if you must, yell all you want, I will kill you if you do, and shift my form into yours and answer the door and convince anyone outside that I am you. If you do as I ask I will let you go home after I get what I want." Tom pushed at her, but she did not move. He was quite amazed the he could not move this hundred ten pound woman. "You will not win anything you do, human," she told him. "Get off me, Bitch," he yelled at her. "How about I do this-" Torri shifted and changed into a large man with a large penis. Tom screamed and tried to get away, struggling hard but to no avail. "You have a choice- help me or die," he said staring into Tom's eyes. "And I can find some very interesting ways to kill a man," Torri said stroking his cheek. Tom could feel the penis against the underside of his chin- "get off me." Torri rubbed her penis on his chin and lips- "you have a choice human." "Get out of my house!" Tom yelled then shoved and pushed. Torri leaned down- "have you ever had twelve inches of cock pushed into your ass, until you are bleeding so badly that you need medical attention? Have you had your balls and dick torn from your body and eaten in front of you? You have to the count of three, then I start." "One-" "Okay, okay," Tom plead trying to get away from Torri's enlarged penis. Torri stood, her body shifting back to her again. "Help me?" she said with a pleading, begging look in her eyes and posture. He moved back- "what are you?" "An elder dragon," she said with a smile, "I am looking for someone, and I want your help, because the woman I tasked with this is not up to the task." "Wha-? What name?" he asked pulling out his phone. "Volkov, Bernie Volkov, though I doubt Bernie is his real name being that he is Russian," she smiled. He started to dial- "Warn anyone, I tear your throat out and wait for your lovely wife to return," she said, "I make passionate love to her as you. Then I change into a small dragon, the size of a house cat, and I climb inside of her and tear my way through her until I come out her mouth. Do we understand each other?" "You are one sick bitch," Tom told her. "Yes, but do you understand?" Tom nodded and finished dialing- "what's his age?" "About seventy or so," Torri said with a slight smile. "Any other information?" "No." "Hi, Henna, is Andi still at her desk? This is Tom, ya, thanks. Andi- it's Tom, I need an address, a Bernie Volkov, about seventy years old. Has to be today, right now in fact," he was nodding. Megan was on the stairs looking at them, Torri waved her down. Megan had found a silken robe to cover herself. Megan looked at Tom and he at her, she clenched her barrowed robe tightly about her and stepped up next to Torri who drew her close, and nuzzled against her neck. Megan started to pull back, but Torri kissed her. Megan did not want to be kissed by the woman and reluctantly accepted the kiss. "I will wait," he said grabbing a pencil and paper off the nearby counter top as he watched the older woman nuzzle up to the younger woman the woman that had claimed to be an elder dragon. Megan was groped by Torri with fear in her eyes that Torri ignored. "Eight of them- he was Russian born, I think, if that helps in anyway..." Tom looked to Torri who nodded. "No, Andi don't answer that, stay on task. I need this address, give me the eight names." Torri's hand found Megan's slightly out of shape rear, and fondled it as they waited. Then Torri stepped around behind the woman and moved her hands into the robe. Megan, momentarily pushed at the other woman's hands to keep them away, but Torri found her and began feeling, and massaging. Megan whimpered out a moan that she did not want. "Could you change back into the big man again, I need more of him." "I am in need of a man as well, and you will be with us both," Torri said feeling Megan. Torri removed her hand from Megan and licked her fingers. "I would rather you were a man, I am not interested in women," Megan said rubbing lightly against Torri. Tom watched the two women, with an interest he had not felt in many years "You will be after today," Torri said then kissed her neck lightly. Tom watched the two women, only the one was really beautiful, the other was just above average. Both were naked save for one robe between the two of them. "Ahh, ya, okay, send me the addresses, the eight- yes, thank you- you what? It was a transfer of ownership- when? To whom? Okay, no, that is the name I need, thank you," Tom said then hung up. "She sounds cute," Torri smiled at him. "If three hundred pounds of fat appeals to you, then ya, she is cute," he said handing Torri the paper. "Where is this?" Torri looked at the address then at Tom. "That street is on the East side of town runs north south, I have a couple houses for sale in the area," he said still watching them. Torri stared at him a moment, gauging him. "I did what you asked-" "Who did you call?" she asked him. "I have friends in realtors," he answered, "they-" She nodded- "I need to go talk to this man- Boris Volkov. I would like a place to rest, without having to deal with the authorities. You two should get acquainted-" "My wife-" "Invite her along, Dan," she told Tom with a sneer. "Megan, I will be back for you," Torri told the woman then turned and headed for the back door, "you and Dan should find a common interest in each other." Tom noticed the broken doorframe and started to ask about who was going to pay for it when he stopped and said nothing. "I am married and I am not cheating on my wife with this... woman, just because you said so..." Torri stepped up to him- "I am in no mood for this, Tom, I am telling you now that you and this woman- Megan, will join as sexual partners- unsafe sexual partners, you will be with her, because if you do not I will come back here, and kill you in some... highly imaginative way. Should I find someone else here, when I return I will eat them alive." She shifted and changed into Tom. "You think that I cannot become you long enough to seduce your wife. I know things about the human body that make women so lecherous that they cannot control themselves. See dragons have power- once a dragon has sex with a human- you humans are very sensitive to sex, women especially." "I can turn straight women bisexual as do men. Humans are creatures that are easily controlled, and I have no magic to do so- just natural power and hundreds of years in thousands of beds." As she spoke she pulled Megan forward and pushed her down. Megan understood and took Torri's oversized manhood into her mouth. Tom looked surprised that this was happening right here in front of him. "If you fight me, I will fight you, and you cannot win against me. I promise you," Torri said stroking Megan's head as the woman performed. "Now, I need your seed inside of her, the egg I have planted there needs to be seeded and you will be the father of her child," Torri told him. Nervously, Tom nodded. "Megan, I need you and Tom here to join, keep him inside of you, I want that seed I planted to grow," Torri said getting the woman back to her feet as Torri shifted once again into a woman. "Pregnant? You want me to carry your child?" Megan looked worried. "I am fifty six years old," she seemed worried about that. "This pregnancy will make you stronger, more powerful," she said stroking Megan's cheek. "The child will be strong and healthy, you will raise the child, and have my eternal gratitude." "My husband..." "I will give you and your husband a weekend to remember for all of your lives," Torri said, "but for now I need you to mate with this man." Megan hurried to Tom. "My wife-" "Will either die or carry my egg if you fail," Torri said. "Do we understand each other Dan?" Torri asked as she stroked his cheek. "Believe me when I say- I have killed and eaten more humans then I care to recall, and I will not hesitate to kill you in the most interesting of ways," Torri grabbed the front of his waist band and pushed her hand into his pants, "I really like the taste of men's balls, now do you understand what I want from you?" Tom nodded nervously. Torri went out onto the back porch, took three long large strides and leaped into the air and changed into a dragon. "So... she was really good in bed," Megan said to Tom. "Ya, well," he stepped free of Megan and started dialing- Megan grabbed his hands- "she will track you down and kill your whole family. It's a dragon." Tom paused, thinking. He deleted that number and called another- "Gina, do not freak out or say anything. I came home and found a dragon in our house- stop, the house is okay, but she is threatening to kill you if I do not do what she says. I want you to run. Call me in a week, tell no one where you are. Say nothing about this dragon- because she will kill me and you." "I will ask you for a code phrase, if I don't then don't trust me. You need to say the- don't say it, you need to say the person's name that introduced us. I love you, and I am sorry for what I have to do, but I have no choice. I love you. Now run." * The old man opened the door to see a beautiful naked woman, she was in her twenties and any young man's dream. He stared a moment at the woman with the long brown hair with the blue steaks then something seemed to run through his mind and he run as quickly as a man in his eighties in poor health body could manage. Torri grabbed him by the neck and shoved him but held him from falling. The door slammed shut behind her. "Bernie," she said, but sounded much like she was asking him. "I will not talk, Dragon," he said in thick old Russia. "Emm," she said then kicked his ankle and broke it. He screamed and she shoved him into his chair. The living room was well lived in, very clean with many mementos. There was a couch for visitors and two chairs side by side facing the TV. A well-used fireplace that was not lite presently. "Bernie?" an old woman in a dress with long gray hair cascading down her back called as she came down the nearby stairs in a hurry. Torri leaped, catching the woman by the arm. Torri yanked the woman down the steps and shoved her into a wall. Bernie was searching a drawer at the top of the table beside his chair. The old woman started to yell, struggling against Torri's impossible strength, when a bullet struck the woman in the head. She was dead in that instant. Torri turned and saw Bernie put the big revolver under his chin- Torri threw the old woman's corpse at him, hoping to disrupt the shot. The gun went off and Bernie was missing half his face and a lot of the top of his head. Torri looked at him lying dead in his chair. "Well, I got overconfident there," she said to herself in a disapproving tone, "now what am I going to do?" * Sixteen days before today - She dropped Bernie onto Dan's couch. She had spent the night searching the couple's house and finding little or nothing. She looked at the ceiling and pondered what the man and women were doing upstairs. She shrugged that off, unconcerned for the welfare of them and her unborn child. Bernie was far more important to her. She picked up Dan's house phone and dialed a number. "Ace's," a man answered the phone. "Ace- this is Torri, I am in Portland, I need to talk to a dead man," she said as she looked about for a piece of mail. "Ahh- Torri, hay, ya, ahh- leave a message after the beep... crap," he sounded very nervous. "Scry on me, teleport here, and talk to this dead asshole," she ordered him. "I have a job later today, Torri, and... can I show up there first thing tomorrow morning?" he begged. "Fine, tomorrow is fine, but if anything happens to this corpse I take it out of your hide," she said to him then hung up and headed upstairs. Tom and Megan were in the middle of sex. Tom had Megan on her side, straddling her leg, the other bent out of the way. Torri watched Tom a moment as he humped her leg, thrust a slightly above average sized penis into and out of her in a fever attempt to make her orgasm. Torri smiled a little and walked over to the bed, leaned in close to Tom and sniffed him. He looked at her nervously, not slowing. "Do you desire any woman?" she asked him. "Just a second," he panted out, never slowing from his goal to please the woman he was with. Megan was grunting with every trust. Tom desperately wanted to release the energy in his body, she realized. Tom was not in that great of condition, but he was in better than most humans she had seen as of late. Megan reached out for her. Torri leaned in and kissed her. Tom did not need to see anything more, he climaxed with a final thrust. Megan curled against a pillow, purring with pleasure as his seed filled her again. "Emm- more," she whispered sleepily. "You will have sex with me now," Torri ordered him, "tell me what you desire- man, woman, child." "I have been at this since you left, I need rest," he said. Torri smiled at him- "I will be pleasured sexually. So I will give you one more chance- man, woman, or child. Or, for the real kinky- dragon," Torri smiled at him. "Woman- ahh, girl sixteen year old or so, really pretty," he said. Torri's form changed, her hair altered- young, red head with long hair, bright green eyes, freckles, and an innocences. Dan watched her, his eyes staring in disbelief at her. "Shall I pretend to be someone for you?" "Ahh- wait, I... why are you having sex with humans?" he asked. "She has few eggs left. If I plant an egg inside of her, then you fertilize her egg as mine merges with her's then she will have a half blood dragon," she said, "that child can grow and mature in years and not decades. If that Dragon Kin mates with another dragon blood then they will make a full dragon." "What takes decades only takes years with human help, and as you should know- dragons are dying out," she told him, "I wish to save my race." "By using us as incubators?" he asked. 'He would kill her to stop that from happening,' Torri thought looking at him. "By replacing your race with mine if I have to," she told him. He swallowed. "Why mate with me directly, she has my sperm inside of her, fertilizing her and your eggs," he asked. "Because I can save your sperm within me and avoid the need for a human male the next time I impregnate a woman," Torri said, "and the more I can avoid the need for a human male the easier of a time it is to have children." Megan was laying there on her side listening, as Torri stroked her leg. "You... you ever just have kids of your own?" he asked. "Yes, I have had a dozen children, but each must be raised, and as I have said, it takes time," she told him. "Now, is there some part that you wish me to play?" "Step daughter, virgin, hiding her desire for me-" Torri smiled. "You should shower, you will feel better faster." He agreed and left for the shower. Torri leaned down and kissed Megan between the legs, giving her a lick and six inches of tongue up inside of her that made her cry out in pleasure. "I'll be back," Torri told her, then followed Tom to the bathroom where they stepped into the shower. "Why are you hunting this Bernie fellow?" "Oh, he knows a man that is the last of his village. His village murdered my family. Killed six of my children, and ate them in a feast," she said, "I have heard that he lives and I want to make sure none of his kin survive. Now do you desire me?" "Could you... ahh, not be so scary," he said. She smiled, her face lightening, and gaining a glow of innocents and naivet?. "Ahh- I really like you," she said in a sweet, nervous voice, "but isn't my Mom going to be home soon, I mean, we shouldn't tell her that we are doing this right?" Dan swallowed, his eyes wide, and his erection full. "It's okay, Babe, your Mom and I have an agreement," he said playing along then moved in to kiss her. She pulled away a little- "I am st... still a virgin," she said shying as she pulled away. Dan took her chin in hand- "perfect," he said then lightly kissed her, as he reached down to feel her beast he said- "fuller," and her breast grew to fill his hand. She never lost her innocence. Dan eventually held her to the wall of the shower. She complimented his size, and begged him to drive harder into her. Begging him to not go so deep- which implied that he was larger than she needed. She seemed to orgasm at least twice before him. She adjusted herself down on him, and he realized the he could not have escaped her grasp if he had tried. He also realized that the muscles in her lower body were milking him. He was finally done and she smiled at him. "You were wonderful," she said then broke his neck. She stood there with him still attached to her, then he fell away. She reached down and grabbed his scrotum and tore it from his body then ate it. "Emm- I love the taste of a good set of balls," she said. Megan was standing at the shower door staring at her and Dan with a look of horror and confusion on her face. "Oh, he's dead. Did nothing for me," Torri said. "I liked him," she said. "Oh, child you have fallen under my spell haven't you?" Megan nodded- "I haven't enjoyed sex like this ever." "And you never will again," Torri said. "Now what should I be for you? I want to be a woman, have you ever eaten pussy before?" Megan shook her head. "Let's turn you bisexual," Torri said. Megan smiled a little. "Say you want to eat my pussy," Torri smiled. "I want to eat your pussy," Megan said with a greedy smile. * Nine days before today - "Commander-?" "That girl, I want you to scry on her," he ordered the man that had been in the loin cloth but was now in MCCUU, he looked like any other Marine on board the ship except for the blade he carried across his back and the staff in his hand. The name on his breast was- Paxton, and the chevrons on his shoulder made him out to be a Gunnery Sergeant. The Commander was dressed in black MCCUU, he kicked up his boot on the table and laced them as he talked and watched the TV. The TV was on the news from Northern California, there was a speed boat- one a family might use on lake day trips, open bow for seats, and two passengers. The girl had long white hair in a ponytail, a pair of sunglasses on, and a tight looking top that might have been a bathing suit. It was hard to tell from a distance. She was out running a dragon in flight only because the dragon was blowing flames down on about every boat he could reach. Connors watched the race, watched as countless innocent died, and watched the girl lead the dragon on a chase that she must have known she could not win. The Commander picked up his phone and sent a text. "It will take time," Paxton said. "That dragon is hunting her and I want to know why," he said, without looking at the man, "get battle gear ready, and get the scry going. And, be ready- so no loincloth today." The girl turned, a wide arc, the turn was fearless, and hard almost expert in skill. Commander Connors set his boots on the floor as he saw the woman in the back seat more clearly- she was clenching at her fat body- no, she was not fat, she was holding a child inside of a life vest. "She has a kid." "That woman has a baby," Paxton said seeing her at the same time and speaking as his CO spoke. "Go," Connors ordered, and Paxton was running. "Make a hole," Paxton yelled as he ran down the corridor. The girl turned into the dragon's path. Connor's saw that she had run herself into a dead end. The boat's nose raised up as she gave the boat, full throttle, but it settled down quickly. "Ballsy, I like you," he said, "but you won't make it." The cameraman pulled back, there was an A10 coming up on the dragon fast. The A10 was a slow cumbersome weapon, it was few pilots that survived an encounter with a dragon because the plane lacked the maneuverability necessary to fight a dragon. The Commander of the Dragon Slayers was trying to get them newer, tougher planes that could stand up against a dragon, carry weapons, and armor. The rounds the A10 carried were vastly ineffective against dragon hide, everything they had was ineffective, it took hundreds of rounds to penetrate the hide of a dragon. There were few rounds that could go through dragon hide, and those that could were incredibly expensive. The pilot was full throttle, opening up as the dragon unleashed hell down on the lake. One passenger in the boat (a man) grabbed a towel or something to cover the blonde haired woman, it was futile and meaningless. The white haired woman ducked below the wind screen. They were all down. The A10 pilot gave the dragon half his armament in one pass, banked much to close to the dragon, pushing hard G forces because of the tight turn at high speed. The boat raced through what looked like a hundreds of yards of flames, full out and blind, the driver had everything to gain and nothing to lose, and she knew it. Connors had no doubt- "I have to meet her." Connors watched for her to exit the flames and was relieved when she did. The boat slamming hard into waves created in the chaos by cross traffic. The girl cut between waves, jumping from white cap to white cap, trying to keep the boat on the water was tough. Spray came up over the bow of the boat as the driver looked back yelling something at the passengers. They were gone from his sight. The camera man was trying to watch the boat escaping and came back to the A10 just as the dragon made short work of the Marine in the plane. When the Marine ejected he was ten feet off the water. The dragon caught him in his mouth. "Pull it!" Connors ordered the pilot, but the man could not hear him. The dragon jerked a little. The pilot had managed to get to his suicide pack. Explosives that some pilots carried in case they were captured by a dragon, it was usually carried against the pilot's upper chest so as to kill him instantly and do damage to the dragon. The dragon was hurt, but still moving, heavily wounded on the inside and the out. "Gavin six," Connors said into the throat mic, "over." "All accounted for," Gavin three said. * The girl was a boy. Changed by the potion that was supposed to give him a larger than normal penis, but instead stole his manhood from him. She was insanely beautiful- five two, a buck oh five, long platinum blonde hair (not white), late teens though with some different clothes she could have easily passed for twenty three. She had an incredible body though quite top heavy. Connors wanted her... in a couple years. Clearly she was shaken by the experience of facing off against a dragon, but she had survived and all under her watch had also survived. Connors liked her intensely. "One last question," Connors said. Paxton materialized behind her and she went stiff, holding a solid pose. "Run the tests," he said. "Why do you always do that to them?" Paxton asked shaking his head a little. "It's funny, they wonder for the rest of their lives what the question was," Connors smiled, "now hurry up." "Fucking sadistic Navy ass," Paxton muttered. "I was a Marine first," Connors said. "So you are a traitor then?" Paxton snipped back at him. "Long story," Connors said. "I know, it involves a submarine, and it's classified," Paxton said as he extracted a small canister from his thigh pocket. "Tell me again, Gunnery Sargent why you are a Gunnery Sergeant after forty years of service?" "It's a long classified story that involves a Russian Ambassador," Paxton said with a sneer. "Ya, I was there the last time you were busted down," Connors said. Paxton pushed the table out of the way and got down close to her and began chanting in her face as he traced invisible lines on her face and body with powder from the canister. "Give her a talisman too- oh, and a tee shirt," Connors said as he stepped out into the hall, leaving the door partially open. "Yes, Sir," Paxton said as his pupils turned from black to red. "Mother is Dragon Kin," he said setting a recorder on the table from his pocket, "three generations plus back. Father has mage blood- twice, once from Russia, north east of the Urals, and closer to us was a... a world war two vet- grandfather or great. Both mages were... fair to mid range power. Emm- that is my staff. That fucker created my staff. Small world." Paxton paused looking through her hair- "gender swap potion, pretty standard. Someone pumped a crap load of mana into her trying to break the spell. Probably woke her natural abilities- I would say that right now she is powerful strong- Dragon Kin and two levels of mage..." He opened her eyes wider and looked into them through a small lens he pulled from a silk pouch out of his breast pocket- "mental power- best guess, telepathy, astral projection, and... with this much power, I would estimate that she could become one of the most powerful creatures on the planet... I see lots of power, and good standing in moral fiber. Recommendation- give her time... tragic future... ya, very tragic, ya, her drive of loyalty, and love. She has a lot of strength... and... oh, shit. Commander?" Connors stepped back into the room- "ya?" "She is the one, Sir," Paxton said looking back at him for just a moment. Connors smiled- "I was hoping so. What do we do with her now?" "Release her- she will call you for help. Debrief her and she tells you something, I don't know what it is, but she knows something- or will know something," Paxton said, looking back into her eyes from inches away "when she says it, you have to react. That is our one shot." "That's it-?" "Yes, Sir, she will give you something, you use it- that is the one shot, you miss the opportunity and we lose, Sir," Paxton said running his hands over her face, opening her mouth, he looked inside, running his hand over her throat as he looked into her mouth, pushing at her wind pipe, getting very close to her mouth. Connors knelt down next to Paxton- "and if we hold her?" "She gives us nothing- I don't know why, maybe she doesn't know it yet, or maybe she's pissed at being held," he said with a shrug but still looking into her mouth. The lens going back to his eye when he saw something noteworthy in her mouth. "Bill-?" "Eric, I seriously have no idea," Paxton said to his CO, "I have been at this almost forty years, and I have never seen anyone like her. How much of this is the extra mana in her, how much is dragon and how much is mage, and how much is the mods from the potion... no clue." "Interesting- she comes from a water dragon- nictitating membrane in her eyes, and carbine filters in her lungs naturally," he said, going back to her eyes after he said it, "she can hold her breath for maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty. And, I would guess, she could probably survive down deep too. I would venture a guess at a thousand feel unaided." "Also she has... a very efficient digestive system- six hundred or eight hundred calories a day, would be enough to sustain her," he said, "and a bladder... bet it takes a minute to empty it." "No, shit?" Connors asked. "No, shit, sir, you have three levels of power here, two combined to make as equal as the dragon half. She is bad ass," Paxton said putting his hands on her knees. "Did you want me to continue the tests?" "You have to go below the belt?" Paxton bit his lower lip and nodded- "rather not, Sir, I am not really into this whole- 'she won't remember any of this shit' part." "Have to do it this way... no, let's not, we got most of what we want here," he said, then nodded. "Ya-" "Sir, you know how I feel about this, but if she is the one, then we really need to know," Paxton said, "who and what we are dealing with. I hate this part." "I thought you said-" "I am really sure. And the diviner said that she would come to us after racing a dragon on water. She did those two things," Paxton said to his CO. "You don't want to go below the belt on her though?" "See the body on this girl? Oh, I want to see, but she is young enough to be my granddaughter," he said, "feels pretty creepy right now." "She might remember this," Connors said with a slight head shake. "Yes, Sir. I am going to run a full course on her aura, if that is your order," Paxton said, "which I think is necassary." Connors thought about it. "Sir-?" Connors nodded- "sorry, Bill if you think this is necessary then I need everything on her." Paxton nodded slowly, he was not pleased- "close the door." Connors nodded and stepped back outside. Paxton was a grandfather of a girl that age. His first daughter's daughter was in her teens, Connors knew that Paxton was not happy about the idea of looking into the girl's most private areas. * Monday- "How do you feel today?" Lucas caught up to William as he walked down the crowded hall of their high school. They were inside of the social studies and history building, lockers on either sides of the hall, perpendicular halls going right and left about every fifty to a hundred feet. The hall was crowd with kids and very few teachers. "Okay," William said walking past a couple of the members of the defensive line. "A quarter second from flipping out," he said a little to low for Lucas to hear. The football players were staring at him, a couple had- 'holy shit, she's hot,' written all over their faces. "Not a chance guys," he said walking by. Lucas was eight inches taller than William, not handsome at all though his face was cleared up today. He wore glasses, and he was fairly slim even though he was addicted to soda and got very littler exercise. Today his friend was in shorts, running shoes, and a tee shirt. "Still feeling depressed about all this," William said, "and now I have a weeks' worth of homework and class work to catch up on." "You need any help?" Lucas asked, dodging around a dumb struck nerd with an obvious physical reaction. "Nah... ya, I want to game this week," William said, dodging past a couple girls, "not killed anything in weeks." "Okay," Lucas said with a nod dodging the shoulder of a rather nasty looking Jon Teller of the Teller Clan. He waited to be out of ear shot before he muttered- "asshole." Jon was one of the nicer Tellers, and by far the smartest, but he was still an asshole. Not as handsome as his older brother (Ivan) the two were supposed to be identical twins, but they were not. Jon seemed a bit shorter, and was certainly smaller. Jon had longer hair then his brother, but only slightly. "Oh, my God, clearly someone got a boob job, that's disgusting," Mindy Jordan said to Alex her boyfriend, who could not take his eyes off William. Mindy, was four inches taller than William's present five foot two inch frame and had almost fifty pounds on William as well. Her dark hair was always fashionably styled, and looked good most of the time. William liked her, but she had never liked him. "Hay, Mindy, love the blouse, nice," William said to her, then said to Alex- "hay, s'up?" "How did you get back in school so fast?" Lucas asked him. "Who is she?" Mindy was asking Alex in an aggressive tone behind them. "I don't know," Alex tried to defend himself, "never seen her before." "Well she knew you-" "She knew you too!" Alex countered. "My Dad," William said looking at a group of girls that were outcasts due to their weight, he smiled at them and nodded a hello, but got a sneer, and a hidden finger. "So much for my buddies in the overweight female crowd," he muttered to himself. "Dude, you have an awesome Dad," Lucas said trying hard not to stare at his friend, esp. in the presence of guys that would one day find out who this beauty was. Right now he was the only one of the students that knew, he wondered who else knew... surely, Principal Quinn and the reception staff probably. Mitch too, he had forgotten Mitch, Mitch would say nothing. "FWI - everyone behind us is watching you," Lucas said, having glanced back. Buck Teller was thirty feet back trying to see William's ass. Buck was Danny Teller's identical twin. The two were Juniors, just a year behind Jon and Ivan. Buck was the rougher of the two twins, strong, spoke his mind, and jumped before looking. He like his elder brothers was a blond, and blue eyed. A couple years back, Lucas recalled- in Spanish class, Buck being told that is he did not speak a second language he would have trouble in the future. The whole class had been stunned to hear Buck speak Russian. He spoke at length to the class. None of them knew what he was saying, but he seemed quite fluent. He failed Spanish the first time through. "Ya," William did not seem comfortable with knowing that people were watching him. To combat the feeling of being watched William was wearing his back pack very low on his back so that no one could see his rear. The unfortunate part was that it was summer and he had to wear something cool and that meant a tee shirt or blouse- today, he opted for a blouse, white with a tank top under it. On his head was his Braves cap, but not the one his Dad had gotten him, this one was smaller and fit. And, cargo shorts that reached to his knees. The first pair of running shoes he had gotten- bought by his Mom, had been lost at the lake little more than a week before. Diane Ivor looked at him, her eyes a little wide when she saw him- "who are you?" William had no come back he just kept walking and blewing her a kiss. Diane was William's second girlfriend, the one that had fondled him in a fast food restaurant and confirmed that he had a smaller then average penis. She was the main reason why he had taken the potion that had changed him into this freak, though he would never blame her flat out or hold a grudge against her. Diane had a pretty smile, and was prettier then Vanessa Cane, she was slim, and had a really well formed rear- as far as William was concerned. On the school's prettiest girl scale she was up there between ten and twenty. William wished that she had been more understanding and he had not been so easily swayed. William was being stared at by everyone that he saw, outwardly he looked okay to most, but Lucas could see the panic and the fear in his friend. Lucas wanted to stop him, corner him and give him a hug, but that would be a bad idea right now. "Hi," the Captain of the football team was at his side- Ivan Teller, a handsome and confident guy, short blonde hair, blue eyes, dashing smile, and cheater. Ivan was the oldest of the Teller Clan, and the best looking. "I'm Ivan." Amy Lawrence was his present girlfriend, but everyone knew that he had stepped out on her more the once. William would have loved to have had sex with her just once before he had been change. Amy was in the top ten of the school's prettiest, and from what he had heard one of the easiest girls to get in bed. Ivan put on a front of being a nice guy, most that saw through the front thought he would make a great fast talking politician- one that would say nothing after an hour of talking. "Not a good time, Ivan," Lucas said not looking at him but watching William, who Lucas realized was struggling to deal with all the attention. Ivan moved close and fast so that he was in Lucas' face, where he whispered- "beat it, pipsqueak, I am talking to the lady." William dodged around them while Ivan tried to scare Lucas off. William ducked into Mister Green's classroom. There were a few students in the classroom getting ready for homeroom aka first period. Mister Green was sitting at his desk texting and smiling. Mister Green was balding, and in his fifties, thin build and energetic. He loved to teach and everyone knew that he was more than likely far from the mental choice to retire even with twenty five years in the teacher's union. Today Mister Green was in shorts, and sandals with a shirt that could be mistaken as a Hawaiian themed shirt. Later, he would put all that into a day pack, put on his bike shorts and ride home on his very expensive tour bike, perhaps riding about town. Rumor among the school was that he rode upwards of thirty miles a day though he lived much closer than that from the school. "Really man, you want to back off, I know her," Lucas said, but Ivan shoved him and Lucas backed off, knowing how this would turn out- if he did nothing he would win when Ivan found out who she was and if he did something he would win when Ivan found out who she was. The only thing he could hope is to avoid the ass beating that Ivan and his Clan would put down on him- because most of the time the Tellers only engaged in a fight when there was more than two of them, though they would not back down from a fight if it was one on one. "Faced off against a dragon a week ago, the whole football team doesn't scare me," Lucas laughed at him, "I being nice and warning you. This is gonna be good." Lucas felt stronger. He had always feared a beating, and had in fact collapsed into a ball during beating by the Tellers, but today... the fear of taking a beating was not there. He knew he could take it and survive, it was an unusual feeling for him. Ivan watched the beauty step up to Mister Green, bend down and hand him a piece of paper, then cover her cleavage with her hand when she realized that she had flashed her teacher. Mister Green looked away quickly, and looked at the note. He was not embarrassed nor did he look back. Ivan was looking at her beautiful rear, the perfection of it, which she was bent down and talking to Mister Green. A student walking into the class tripped when he saw her bent over. The student crashed into two desks and pushed them from position. Only the boy's ego was harmed. Patrick Green looked over the folded piece of paper, then looked at William- "you... well, I... had heard, but I did not believe. What do I call you?" "Call me Erica," he said, taking the paper back, "please don't make much of this." "Sure," Mister Green said looking William over. Lucas patted Ivan on the shoulder- "good luck, and don't say I didn't warn you." "Erica, see you," Lucas waved at his friend, and William waved back as he took his seat. Ivan looked after Lucas then back at William and shook his head dismissing the idea, he hurried towards his own first period. Every boy that entered the room stared at William. William kept his head down as he dug out his notebook and pencil. No one seemed to recognize that he was sitting in his seat and that he was carrying his back pack. Final bell rang. Green stood, he paused- "Erica, your hat please." William removed his hat and set it under his desk on his pack, noticing that the boy sitting next to him was staring at his cleavage as he did. "Grow up," William ordered him then turned back to Green. * Mrs. Downs looked at the piece of paper and slowly nodded her understanding. William took the folded piece of paper from her and tucked it away- "Erica," William said to her, "refer to me as Erica." Mrs. Downs nodded her understanding as William moved to his desk and sat down. "Hi," Terry Foster said putting his hand out to William, "I'm Terry Foster." Terry was friend nor foe in school, more like a person that William had classes with, shared note, and said- "hay," to once in a while. Terry was nice to most everyone, but was influenced by popular positions in all things. William knew he just had to watch Terry to get a feel on how the school as a whole was reacting to him. William had always thought that Terry had come from a mixed ethnic background because he was so light skinned. His black hair was thick and short. He wore braces up until this last year, now his teeth looked better. The glasses he wore when he was not wearing his contacts, William assumed. In the summer Terry was like everyone else and wore shorts, but in the winter he often wore dress pants, and shirt like he was a banker or something. "Erica," William shook his hand, then started digging into his back pack, he caught sight of more kids watching him. "Hi," he said to each of them in turn, "Erica. How are you?" Mrs. Downs was sitting and staring at William. The last bell rang. William was staring at Mrs. Downs, who was staring at him, like she was trying to figure something out and her brain was in an endless loop. "What's wrong with her?" Terry asked William. "Mrs. Downs, class has started," William said to her. "I think your beauty broke her," Jon Teller said to William, "how about you tell us a little about yourself? While her brain reboots." "My name is Erica, and that is all you need to know, Jon," William told him, then loudly clapped his hands at Mrs. Downs. He cringed at the fact that he had smashed his breasts between his biceps when he had done that. It hadn't hurt, but the action had not been wise with regards to how he had done it. Jon looked confused, not sure why this beauty would know his name. Mrs. Downs blinked a couple times then said- "books, ahh- chapter fourteen I think, we were on chapter fourteen?" William dug out his book, looking at Terry briefly who was looking at William's back pack, then at the seat William was sitting in. Terry stared a long moment. 'It's been all over the news, top story how Mana Industries has this major screw up going on, I think he might have just put two and two together,' William thought to himself. William smiled at Terry- "understand?" Slowly their eyes met and Terry blankly stared. * "Erica," Terry caught up to William as he was leaving the class room in the press to get into the hall. William looked up at him- 'g'ah, everyone is so dammed tall. I am going to get use to the tits before I get use to being so dammed short,' he thought. "Hay, Terry-?" William glanced down at the hand on his arm. Terry looked at his hand and guided William back against the wall with pressure then let him go- "William-?" he whispered to William. "It's not a secret, just don't yell it from the bleachers," William said patting him on the arm before he started to leave. People were not stopping to watch them but they were noticing. "You... you- is that you?" William nodded- "like I said, not a secret. I am just trying to be... subtle about it." "You... you're a girl?" William gestured him down so that he could whisper in his ear- "I have girl parts from my head to my toes," William said, then turned and left Terry standing there trying to figure it out. * Mister Puja was in the middle of handing out frogs from the cooler when he saw William standing at his desk. "New student?" he asked William, "just find a book in the cabinet there," he pointed. "Have one," William said, "I just need a moment." Mister Puja was a forty something year old, dark haired man with a slight British accent. Everyone thought he was Indian, but he had never been asked or verified the question to William's knowledge. He wore dress pants, a dress shirt, and a tee shirt under it- every day, no matter the weather. He smiled in brief moments when a kid impressed him, aside from that he never smiled. Everyone knew that he had kids, the actual number was high, and unverified. Everyone also knew he had a wife because he had a ring on his finger, but no one had- to their knowledge seen her. Mister Puja did not break from passing out a few more frogs in their pans, then he picked up a few more in the wall cooler and set them on desks as the last of the kids took their seats. ?Emma, it does not look like William will make it again,? he said as he walked to his desk. William handed the piece of paper to his teacher. Mister Puja read it. His eyes scanning the page again, then he looked at William, then he read it again. ?Erica,? William said, placing his fingers on the paper to take it back. ?Yes, yes... of course, ahh- Emma, this is... Erica, you and...? he was staring at her, unable to believe what he was seeing, ?you and Erica, please, ahh- continue your work... Erica, after class- I would like to talk to you.? William nodded a little then took his paper and went over to his sit next to Emma and sat down on his stool. ?Emma,? his class mate whispered putting out her hand. ?Erica,? William shook her hand as he had the first day of their teaming. William pulled out his note book. ?Ahh- page...? Puja paused and looked at William. ?That?s William?s notebook-?? Emma asked William at a whisper. ?I am William,? he wrote in the margin of his notes then showed her. ?You-? Emma looked startled at William, then at their teacher then back at William. Puja looked down at his open book, then looked back at the class- ?can someone tell me... the- the-? The class was quiet, a few of the other kids were looking at William, some of them had been in one or both of his prior two classes, so they were working on figuring out how it was that Erica was causing the teachers to stumble and get so lost in the first few moments of their classes. ?Go over your anatomy,? Puja said to them as he looked down at his book. ?You are-?? Emma whispered to William very close to his ear. William wrote under the previous comment- ?I took a potion, was changed into this, and could not be unchanged. I am stuck as a girl for the rest of my life. Please stop looking at my breasts.? Emma was embarrassed. William smiled a little, and wrote- ?j/k, go ahead, I look at them all the time. It?s weird I know, but it is who I am now. Not happy with it, but learning to deal.? She sat staring a long moment then looked at the frog, she smiled a little. ?You are pretty,? she whispered to William. ?Thanks, so are you,? William whispered back, ?so are you.? Emma thanked him with a smile pushing her hair behind her ear, and looking nervous. ?Holy shit, she likes me like this!? William realized. William looked her over- she was six inches taller than him, and much heavier. She had the look of a Hispanic girl, but William knew that Cook was not a Mexican name. Least he thought it wasn?t. * Mister Puja escorted William into the office/store room between three other lab classes. Each room had glass centers on the door. ?You took a potion for male enhancement and you ended up like this?? Mister Puja stated but it came out as a question. ?Ahh- ya, it... it?s been about seventeen days,? William replied, ?is there something I should be aware of?? Mister Puja looked him over- ?no, I was- I am unsure as to why I wanted to talk to you, this... this is all difficult to comprehend, and... I am concerned that you might... you know, I am unsure, you have been dealing with this for two weeks. I should defer to your expertise in the situation.? William nodded to him and said- ?thank you for your concern.? * Mister Meggie looked at the green paper. He looked William over, from head to toe. ?Sit, front row,? he pointed to William?s seat, ?books out, ready to work, if you have not gotten your homework done then get it done, you have three minutes.? Mister Meggie pulled out his phone and stepped out into the hall with the green paper. William sat down and did as requested. ?Erica,? Terry said. William looked at him. Terry nodded to him and gave him a little smile, then went to work on his homework. William exhaled a little of the fear he had been holding in, as he glanced about the class room. More than half of the boys were looking at him, some the whole time he was looking and others pretended that they were not looking. Mason Dales, was doing something under his desk that could only be fondling himself in his sweat pants, while he stared at William intently. ?Eyes front,? William told himself, ?so many of these guys are watching you, and later they will be thinking about you with their dicks in their hands. There is nothing you can do about it, just deal.? Mister Meggie stepped back into the class returning his phone to it?s proper place on his hip, adjusting the cell phone pouch by fractions of an inch. He took a breath and adjusted his tie. Mister Meggie c