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Chapter 31

The vibration of the MCD wakes me from my dream and lets me blink into the pleasantly dark world of my room. The morning sun shines through the almost completely closed curtains and before I can roll to the side and grab the MCD I feel my sister's warm body against mine. We already have two beds and yet we always sleep in the same one. Not that I'm complaining.

Carefully I move and manage not to wake Rose, then I look at the MCD and realize that we overslept. And again it's not because of the incredible sex that I've been having so often lately, but because we simply talked late into the night. Even if we don't say it, our physical attraction has always existed, just like the emotional one, and we not only have a lot of good sex to catch up on but also a lot of pleasant conversations.

That's why I feel a little bad when I let Rose sleep on, sit up and see what Lisa sent me.

The MCD almost falls out of my hand and the incredibly revealing photo that is presented to me makes a few things apparent to me with merciless clarity.

First of all, I find Lisa incredibly attractive.

The flowers in her hair are so playful that I want to kiss her. Her pulled-up pink skirt is so bold that I want to pull down her white panties and...

Yes, I want to sleep with Lisa.

But above all, it is her smile behind which I can still see the insecurity that I got to know so well about her, but also the trust that she showed me when she sent me this picture.

And I will honor, protect and care for this trust with everything I have.

And that means loving, protecting and caring for Lisa as well as Rose.

And I like it.

And I know that it won't just be these two.

I will conquer Bella and find a way to make her a happy cow. However that works.

But one thing is certain. I can't argue anymore.

Rose is right. Of course she is. I have the opportunity to help the people I love and respect. Rose, Lisa, Bella. They all deserve a chance at a life in which they are happy, balanced and free. And I can make sure of that. So far it seems that I have things well under control and one look at Rose, dressed only in her blue nightgown, her bare bottom exposed under the covers, is proof that I can use any tool at my disposal.

And this tool can help me with other people too. Michelle, Tammy, Jasmine. My family. It is up to me to lead them. Up to me and Roe. If she is interested. But the path that the MCD has prescribed for me is clear and I will not resist it.

I will make my family happy.

And I will also have the opportunity to take ****.

I am not only looking forward to the spankings with Tammy. Or the loyal look from Mom and the moment when Jasmine realizes that she is my little, submissive housewife.

And on **** on the volleyball bitches.

They don't deserve my good thoughts. But I will take care of them too. And I will enjoy it.

And as for the others...

I will use the MCD. And yes, I will have a lot of fucking fun and more sex than ever before. And I will decide for my subjects, my entrusted girls, my slaves, my harem and my loved ones.

One quick look at Rose, sleeping and peaceful, and I decide. With that I get dressed, quietly close the door and go down to my family.

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"Morning" I greet the three women gathered.

Strange. Jasmine is still in the house. Could it be that she was waiting for me?

When I come downstairs, all three women in my family look at me. It's like a moment when everything stops, even time, as three eyes are directed at me.

Tammy. As always, she sits at the table and does nothing.

Michelle. She tries to set the table, but doesn't do it very well.

Jasmine. She sits at the table with a magazine in her hand and tries to pretend to read.

All three have experienced drastic changes in this family in the last few days and are finding their way to deal with it. Tammy is unsure, Jasmine tries to ignore it... Only Mom is too far along in her PS, has experienced too much to be able to lie to herself. Her hands shake around the plates in her hands as she fights against the puppy in her head that doesn't understand what to do with the plates.

"I said 'good morning'," I repeat and get a mumbled echo as I approach Mom.

She almost drops the plates as I take the weight from her shaking hands. My gaze doesn't leave her face for a second as I put them down on the table and her eyes stare questioningly at mine.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask and look at Mom. She is at PS +21 and is already showing clear signs that she no longer sees herself as the mistress of the house but as a loyal puppy at my feet. It takes a while for her to realize that it is actually her job.

"I..." She blinks at me stupidly. "I don't... Was it my... task to..." Uncertain about her role in life, Michelle's whole body begins to tremble, slightly but noticeably, as she looks at me pleadingly. But I act friendly, because I know what to expect from her.

"It's okay, Mom," I reassure her, holding out my hand and ignoring Tammy's gasps as I stroke my mother's cheek. I look Michelle deep in the eyes. "I talked to Jasmine anyways." I'm still looking my adoptive mother in the eyes when I hear the sound of a magazine falling onto the table.

"Excuse me?" Michelle whimpers quietly as I let go of her and walk towards Jasmine.

"If Mom doesn't cook, then it's your job, big sister," I inform her and hear Michelle hurrying after me to stay close to me.

Michelle Lynchwood. +1 (PS +22)

Then I stand in front of Jasmine, who hasn't understood since our last meeting that the power in our family has shifted. But I knew that the initial shock wouldn't last long and I was already expecting a verbal counterattack...

That doesn't come...

Jasmine, my big sister, just stares at me without looking up from her seat. I also feel Tammy's eyes on my back, who keeps her mouth shut after our father-daughter conversation, but is still hoping that her big sister will save her.

In vain.

"Listen up sweety," my voice rings out and makes it clear to Tammy what the power dynamic is like in this house. I step next to Jasmine, who stiffens and stares stubbornly at the table, then I put my hand on her shoulder and squeeze. She stiffens even more and pulls her shoulders up while my fingers dig into her skin. "The only thing I want from you right now is food on the table, you got me?" But Jasmine just turns her head and stares at me in disbelief. I increase the pressure of my fingers. Air hisses between her teeth. "I understand that the situation is new for you. Your mother and sister feel the same way. But look at them.” Her skin is soft and warm as I put my hand around her jaw and turn her head with gentle **** towards the other girls at the table. Mom is standing weak and slumped at the table but Tammy has given up pretending and is staring at me as if she finally understands the world. “You can be confused, that’s okay with me.” My other hand strokes Jasmine’s hair. She lets me. “But the two of them have understood where their place in this family is from now on. Can you do that for me too?” I can’t see the look on her face, I’m standing behind her, but I see Tammy looking at her sister.

Helpless.

There’s nothing the two of them can do and slowly they’re starting to understand.

“Okay…” I hear Jasmine say and feel her jaw moving, but I don’t get any points. “Ah! Finn!” My fingers in her hair hold her tight as I bring my head next to her and we both stare at Tammy who is trying to disappear into her chair.

“I know when you lie, Jasmine,” I whisper in her ear. “I know you feel helpless. Tell the truth, big sister.”

“I feel helpless.”

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -64)

“That’s right. And look around. Your family feels the same way. Whether you like it or not, I’m the man of the house from now on.”

That’s it. The truth.

Tammy Lynchwood. +4 (PS -31)

Michelle Lynchwood. +1 (PS +23)

“Say it. Tell me the truth, Jasmine. Accept your place and you’ll feel better.”

“Finn… I… can’t…” She’s strong but I know what she wants.

“Say it and I’ll make all the worries go away. I promise. I will make you happy if you submit to me." I still hold her head between my hands and **** her to look at her family, who already know that there is no point in fighting back. Three women, strong and independent, now dependant on me.

"Say it," Tammy suddenly murmurs without looking at us. "It's no use."

"He will take care of you," Michelle whispers, standing next to Tammy and gently placing her hand on her shoulder. "Don't fight."

"Submit," I whisper in my sister's ear. "And be happy."

And...

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS -56)

"Okay..."

And this time I believe her.

"I submit."

But it's still good to hear it.

Her head sinks onto her chest as I let her go. Slowly the blood returns to her cheeks, more and more until she is pleasantly red and intimidated. Her body sinks weakly onto the table while I draw the gaze of the other women from Jasmine to me with a gesture.

"I'm proud of you girls," I say and nod. "You did well."

"Thank you," Tammy whispers and I see the hint of pride and happiness in her eyes that are hidden under the obedience.

"Thank you... owner..." And no one bats an eye for Michelle's words. Then I grab Jasmine and pull her up from the chair.

The first hug in such a long time. And it feels fantastic. I take her in my arms and actually feel a sense of belonging to the girl who has so far ignored me at best and hurt me emotionally at worst.

"Now make breakfast," I command the limp body leaning against me and stroke her back. "I'm starving."

"... Okay..."

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It's only been a short time, not even half an hour, but it feels like I've finally done it. Almost. It almost feels like I've always wanted it to.

Family.

Okay, I had to tear apart the fabric that held us together, but now it seems, with blood, sweat and tears, that I've done it.

Family!

The smell of bacon and egg fills my nose and as I bend forward a drop of hot fat hits my cheek.

"Doesn't it feel good to prepare food for your family?"

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS -52)

"... Yes..." Jasmine is standing at the stove, desperately trying not to mess up the simple dish while she stirs the eggs as if she were cooking with nitroglycerine. With my arm around my big sister, I watch her prepare our food like the well-behaved housewife I'm going to make her into.

"I know you're telling the truth. And I'm proud of you." A hint of a smile crosses her pursed lips, but my sister isn't looking at me, she's completely focused on her task. But I got the points. "You've taken the first step to finally being there for me, Jasmine." And when I stroke her head and ruffle her hair, she doesn't resist. "Keep it up and I won't have to be so tough anymore." She quickly turns her head to me, wants to say something, but I turn away from her.

"Tammy! Set the table.” The girl has hidden behind the door and carefully peeks into the kitchen. Curious like a little child and just as intimidated, she jumps up when she realizes she can't hide from me.

“Yes!” she exclaims and rushes into the kitchen.

Tammy Lynchwood. +1 (PS -30)

That's 800 tokens but I'm paying more attention to my 18-year-old sister's butt, which is showing as she reaches for the glasses in the cupboard. She smiles at me, nervous, defeated but hopeful, as she brings the glasses into the dining room. I give her my smile like that of a proud father. Then I turn back to my other sister.

“When you're done here, serve us the food.” She doesn't answer. She doesn't have to.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS -48)

There she stands, the proud legal assistant, breadwinner of the house, at the stove, insecure and clumsy, and afraid of what her little brother will do to her if she fails. A new world, but I will gently introduce her to her duties. Unless she resists.

Then the MCD vibrates in my pocket and I look at it with a grin.

Jasmine Lynchwood / Caretaker "Let me take care of you hubby"

As the subject progresses, she will increasingly take on the personality of a responsible matriarch and housewife and see it as her primary goal to look after the user and all of his needs in a caring and loyal manner. The subject will increasingly see the user as the master of the house and of her life.

Choices

Stepford Wife

- The subject develops a deep and intense dependency on the user and finds pleasure in making his life as easy as possible. Education, social contacts, independence and the subject's job will always take second place to the user and his short and long-term needs. The user will be responsible for looking after his naive, kind-hearted and loyal wife.

**** Wife

- The subject develops a deep need to submit to the user and to recognize his authority. Her own wishes, hopes and dreams are subordinated to his out of guilt towards the user. The user is responsible for keeping the subject under control and for reducing the guilt towards him through control and discipline.

I look at Jasmine. Tammy is a good girl, just like Michelle and Rose. It would only be logical to make Jasmine a woman... my wife who has nothing else on her mind than serving me. Shit, she probably wouldn't even be able to live without me. A perfect housewife, completely devoted to me and completely submissive.

Just like a **** wife. Shit, if anyone in my family deserves it, it's Jasmine. I suspect it would be like the path I didn't choose for Tammy. Jasmine would realize what a monster she was, submit to me and be submissive to me. Loyalty out of remorse, so to speak. Or would you rather take the nice way? Loyalty out of love? Actually an easy choice and my thumb is already floating over the choice when a shout sounds behind me.

"Fuck Finn!" But even if I didn't recognize the voice, I would know that no one but Rose would dare to talk to me like that. I turn around just in time to see her fist coming.

"Ouch! For fuck's sake Rose!" But we grin at each other while I rub my shoulder. Rose is here and my decision can wait a little longer.

"Why did you let me oversleep? I have to go to school too, in case you hadn't noticed! And besides is my sister at the stove?" In the middle of the sentence, she changes the subject when she sees Jasmine.

"And Tammy is setting the table," I grin.

'Holy fuck' Rose forms with her lips and looks furtively at my pocket with the MCD in it. I nod. Rose blinks. "Wow..." she just says. "Then..." And points behind her with her thumb. "Should I sit down... or..." I can't blame her, I've had more time to get used to the new situation. "Family..." she murmurs, shakes her head, then looks at me... and takes my hand. "Come," she says firmly and pulls me out of the kitchen and into the living room, leaving paniced Jasmine and her breakfast behind. She simply throws me onto the sofa and throws herself next to me, giggling wildly in her blue shirt. Only her blue shirt.

"What are you planning?" I ask, remembering her sensitive breasts and the pregnancy check. I would fuck her right here, right now.

"Something I've always wanted to do," she says, nibbling her lip as she smiles shyly at me.

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There are few things better than watching Rose have an orgasm, and that is hearing her laugh. Carefree and happy, it mixes with the sound of the morning TV, some nonsensical, light entertainment. But we are comfortable and I watch my sister feeling like she is part of a functioning family and enjoying a carefree morning.

"Dinner is ready" it comes quietly and uncertainly from the table. Jasmine is standing there, holding a plate of toast, scrambled eggs and bacon in both hands. "Come here." I want to get up but Rose pulls me back down.

"Bring us the food," she demands and looks at me. "I'm already late, and so are you, so we can eat in front of the TV."

And with that, Rose tells me that she recognizes and supports my new rule. Fuck, I want to fuck her so hard that she won't be able to walk for three days!

"I won't..." Jasmine begins and looks at Rose, but flinches at my snap.

"Bring the food woman," I say. Then Rose and I watch our sister struggle with herself... and lose. "Thanks." I'm not an asshole and it actually tastes pretty good, if a little salty.

"Finn?" Tammy sounds quiet and I turn to her, a piece of toast between my fingers. She is sitting at the table with Mom and the two of them are putting on a dejected display. But Tammy is looking at me with wide eyes.

"You can eat, honey," I allow her. My little sister looks to the others for help one last time, but each of them is busy with themselves, helpless of the situation I'm in charge of.

"Thank you..." she mumbles and nibbles on her toast while I watch her contentedly.

"Do you like it, honey?" I ask her. With red cheeks, she looks at me, looks at her plate and nods. Then I see Jasmine push the plate over to her mother.

"Mom. You have to eat something." She sounds like she's in some kind of disaster movie where you're fighting for survival. But Michelle has already given up hope. There's something inside her, maybe bigger than she is, that knows she's no longer a normal person.

"I can't... Jasmine... I... You must..." The two of them fall silent as I stand up. Rose watches me intently from the sofa as I sit next to my mother.

PS +27. Actually not enough. And I still have to get them all to PS +0 to see what this special perk is that I will then unlock. Tammy and Jasmine are not ready yet. But Michelle may be.

Her toast, bacon and eggs forgotten, she is completely focused on me as I grab her shoulder and caress her body.

"It's okay Mom," I say kindly and stroke her more intensely. A soft whine escapes her mouth and she closes her eyes. "That's completely normal. You know it can't be reversed."

"Mom what..." But Michelle does not speak and ignores Jasmine. She puts her hand on mine and looks up at me with pleading eyes.

"Finn I can't... This food..."

"You've done it before," I say. "Come on. I will help you."

"Mom, no." But Jasmine and her pleading words are not heard and I look coldly at my big sister as Mom weakly slides from her chair, onto her hands and knees, and looks up at me for approval.

"Good girl," I praise her, bend down and grab her hair with one hand and her plate with the other.

"From now on, Mom is eating from the floor," I announce to the family. Tammy says nothing, Jasmine just stares, as does Rose, who, however, knows which path I have chosen for my mother. "She has decided to leave the leadership of this family to me and I think we have all seen in the last few days that she is no longer capable of doing so. Isn't that right mom?"

Michelle Lynchwood. +3 (PS +26)

"Yes owner."

"Not a word, Mom." My mother crawls on all fours next to me and looks up at me, her long hair like a leash in my hand. So I lead her to the sofa, next to Rose. Then I turn to Tammy and Jasmine.

The greatest power move of all time.

"You see, Mom hasn't had it easy in her life. She has had to make some difficult decisions and unfortunately made a few mistakes. We all saw it... and some felt it... as you see, the responsibility was on her shoulders. Well, from now on I bear that responsibility." Rose mouths 'holy fuck', but grins while Tammy accepts it and Jasmine can't believe it. "You all saw that things have changed and I'm here to tell you all that things will stay the way they are now." I look at my sisters. "From now on I'm leading this family and we'll be closer together than before." I look at Tammy. "And you'll like it." With that I turn to Jasmine. "Have I made myself clear enough?" Jasine hesitates. I raise my eyebrows.

"Yes."

"That isn't enough. I'm the man of the house and from now on you will all respect me. Understood?" The two girls don't know how to react but Tammy opens her mouth, Rose is quicker.

"Yes brother." I turn to her and we exchange a look.

"Yes... brother..." Jasmine finally says.

"Yes brother!" Tammy hurries to say. Then I look at Michelle. She opens her mouth... closes it again... and opens it.

"Arf!"

Michelle Lynchwood. +1 (PS +27)

I look around one last time, face to face. Rose is happy, Tammy is confused, just like Jasmine. But Michelle seems to be happy as well, in a weird kind of way. Without paying any attention to us, she lowers her head to the plate on the floor and nibbles on her scrambled eggs and licks the bacon into her mouth while her hair falls around her face.

A successful day...

...that isn't over yet.

"Tammy." Her fork falls to her plate as her head snaps up and turns to me.

"Yes brother?" I like that. I could get used to that. Her head tilts back as I walk over to her and stand next to her.

"Stand up." Her legs wobble, almost as if she wants to fall to her knees in front of me, but I shake my head, sit down on her chair, in front of Jasmine, and pat my thighs. This is just as much for my little sister as it is for my big sister, and when I feel the light weight, cushioned by her cute little butt on my lap, I know that I now rule this family.

"I'm very proud that you're managing so well with the needed changes in this family," I said, putting my arms around her. Much too erotic, but no one reacts to it, even if everyone sees it. But an intimate hug from brother to sister is nothing compared to a mother eating scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon off the floor.

"Th... Thank you b-brother..."

"Look Tammy Bunny." My hand gently strokes her hair and a shiver runs through her body. "I see it in you too. Your body is changing in a way you don't understand."

"I know something is happening to me," she murmurs. "But... Brother..."

And she hugs me.

Tammy Lynchwood. +2 (PS -28)

She turns around, spreads her arms and hugs me. It's kind of touching, but I wonder if she'll still feel the same way when she's +0 and knows it's me. But by then she's already calling me daddy.

Amid Jasmine's almost panicked but completely helpless looks, I do the same as my little sister.

"I'm always here for you, Tammy Bunny," I whisper and stroke her little body. "Maybe you should keep a diary? That way you can better understand how you're changing." Of course, that's a risk. I don't want Tammy to understand what I'm doing to her, at least not yet. She's my daughter and as her father I'm responsible for protecting her. Even from herself.

Heh. This is easier than I thought.

And of course, I have a plan.

"Are you going to read it?" she asks my neck, warming it with her breath. She sounds hopeful.

"Of course Bunny," I reassure her. "I said I'd take care of you." And the hug gets tighter and tighter.

"Thank you... brother... I promise I'll write down what I'm afraid of and you can help me."

"But you have to be honest, okay? No matter how embarrassed you are, I need to know."

"Yes, brother."

Tammy Lynchwood. +1 (PS -27)

I look at Jasmine over her shoulder.

"See?" I ask her, almost reproachfully. "Everyone is happy. Only you are missing to make this family whole." Hesitantly, as if she were drunk, Jasmine looks at Mom, who is trying hard not to crawl out of the room in shame, but also fails to suppress her satisfied squeaks. Then her eyes land on Rose, seeking help, but find none, and then wander to Tammy, her back, while she clings to me for protection while sitting on my lap.

"I..." She looks at me confused, chest heaving, sweating lightly and big eyes. I could almost feel sorry for her, but it takes a lot of fire to melt the ice in her heart. "I can..." She takes a deep breath. "I will... try." I pat my daughter on the back and let her slide off my lap. Out of reflex, she immediately takes my hand and stands next to me while I look at Jasmine.

"I don't expect anything more from you," I say in a cold voice that hurts her. "I never have." And I shrug. "Maybe sometime." Then I turn to Tammy and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Time for school." She nods without saying anything. And this time I don't hesitate to go too far with my family. They belong to me now. "Do you need help getting dressed?"

Tammy Lynchwood. +3 (PS -24)

She doesn't hesitate and I don't either.

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It's a strangely erotic moment dressing my little sister/daughter, something she can do all by herself but prefers to leave to me. She lets me guide her, her little arms and legs while she stares into my eyes as if she knows exactly what's happening here is wrong but still wants it that way.

"And what about you?" I ask Rose, who is standing in the entrance with the last piece of toast and watching us.

"Me?" She winks at me. "I'm going to take a shower now. I'm not a boy and I can't afford to smell like you do." She waves to Tammy, who is too getting lost in my eyes, then she walks past Jasmine and Michelle without paying them any attention. My sister has her own way of dealing with this situation and I trust her.

"So. All dressed up and ready to go," I say and pat Tammy gently. "You ready?" But I'm surprised at how deeply and intensely she looks into my eyes, as if my little terrorist sister is standing in front of me again.

"Finn..." Our eyes meet. "You... What you do... that..."

And then the old Tammy disappears and a smile appears on her lips.

"Ready brother."

I hug her, warmly, and she returns the gesture, warmly.

"Love you Tammy" I whisper and mean it. In every way.

"hove hou hoo..." she murmurs into my shoulder but I know what she wants to tell me.

Tammy Lynchwood. +9 (PS -15)

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I say goodbye to Tammy as she heads for the bus, then I close the door and look at Jasmine.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask and show her her task. "Clear the table."

And this time she doesn't contradict me.

"After that you can go to work," I inform her.

If you even like it there anymore.

"And when I come home tonight, I expect the table to be set and ready for dinner, understand?"

It comes quietly, muffled and dejectedly from the kitchen. But it comes.

"Yes brother."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -46)

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Okay, I'm back with almost 5000 words and a day late. Somehow I always slipped into a deep conversation between Finn and Rose that shouldn't have happened yet. That took a whole day and three tries from me, so I simply let her oversleep. The sexy photo that she will sent Finn will come next chapter, but I hope Lisa is just as sexy for you.

I hope you had a nice, quiet and peaceful Christmas with your family, friends or alone. I had a lot of fun with the family and we all pulled ourselves together for a change. Except for my step-grandpa, he was annoying. But the people who are important to me were very good to me and I think I was also a nice boy and didn't talk about politics, Ukraine, Israel, sixth gen fighters or anything else that doesn't really fit in with the Christmas season. Unlike my step-grandpa, that nasty little...

Anyways. Let's talk about something more comfy than my step-grandpa. Water sports.

I can actually reassure everyone here. There will be no water sports in this story. We'll stay clean and boring. ;) No, I understand where you coming from. I have my limits too, even if as a German I have the feeling that we are really pushing the boundaries of our eroticism sometimes. Well. If I feel the urge, I'll write a separate chapter with water sports that continues the clean chapter with a warning and so on. That way everyone can decide for themselves whether they want to put themselves through it or not. As I said, I think I'll try it out with Michelle and some of the volleyball bitches. I won't hold back there either and medium water sports will be the minimum.

Then to the other poll.

This one was a bit more difficult for me, especially since, as I said, I don't have much experience in this area myself. I actually would write my own little story about things like this first, but I didn't know that Mind Control Device would be so god damn popular. Thank you again for that! So my solution is to let the transformations AND feminisations take place away from Finn for now, to give the readers a taste and then let them decide after a while how far they will go. And here I will also make decisions on my own because (and this is a good thing) we have opened up a big can of worms here with an incredible number of possibilities that I did not expect. So please do me a favor and keep talking about these things (and all the things that interest you). I will listen, think about it and then decide.

As for Jasmine's path, I first thought of Stepford wife, but as always I wanted to offer the possibility of taking it a bit rougher. With one choice Jasmine will lose the things she does not need to be a good wife for Finn, like independence, with the other choice she will need his help to suppress them. So it's quite simple the nice way and the bad way.

I think I know how it will go, but hey, maybe you'll surprise me. Either way, I can write both paths well.

https://strawpoll.com/7rnzVLoeLnO

And here's another poll, maybe because you had to wait so long or because it was Christmas or because it just occurred to me. After school, what should Finn do? Should Lisa invite him to a games night at her place with Ryan and {Sofia }or should Finn go to the volleyball bitches? Both will happen, but what do you want first?

https://strawpoll.com/e6Z2AvOm7gN

Okay, I'm going to play Jurassic Park Evolution 2 now. Thanks to your generous donations on Ko-Fi I was able to buy two DLCs for it. Fingers crossed that I can do better on Isla Nublar than Hammond and thanks for sparing no expense or effort, just like Hammond.

Fly safe folks.