Selena was a jealous bitch who had a real hate on for her friend Chloe Markstrom who was dating the undisputed hunk of their high school Justin Bonehard. Selena had been styling Justin for almost a year, trying to rob him from Chloe. She also had been going to the gym to tone up and had even lost 15 pounds on her already slim and sexy figure. And then on spring break she did the unthinkable as she went from a B cup breast size to DD cups through breast enhancements while in the Caribbean. When she got back from spring break she concealed her new assets. The  school year would end soon and when Seprember came there she would be. Bango! With DDs and everyone including her parents would merely think that she had filled out during the summer.

He had fallen asleep for a prolonged period of time. When he woke up he was in a cave that was dark, damp and frequented by various species of bats. He got to his feet and could see a light several hundred meters away. He hoped it would be an exit out of the cave. As he walked he looked at his fingernails which were over ten inches long and his toenails were about half that size. He felt his face and noticed he had a beard that was down to his stomach and his hair was down to his knees. We wondered how long he had been sleeping. 

There was a point in my life I felt that I was living in a dream. Nothing seem real as the days, weeks and months floated by without me noticing them or keeping track of them. There was a period of a couple of years that I remembered nothing of what happened. I just went through the days aimlessly. Every day I thought I was making progress and moving towards some unknown goal, but the truth was I was going nowhere. I would have periods of hallucinations and daydreams where I would see things and I did not know if they were real or merely figments of my imagination. At times I felt that I had been drugged and was living in a fantasy world that someone else had created. 

It was a time of festive joy, drink and food. And for Slava Voyko it was no different in the year 1896. There he sat with the game he had caught earlier in the day. Now, it was time to gut it and roast the meat over the stove. He looked at the bottle of moonshine that he had picked up from his neighbor who lived nearly three miles away on the lonely and desolate prairies. Slava pulled out the cork and sniffed the alchohol. His eyes suddenly blinked wide open. He knew he was fortunate to get the strong brew which would get to him quicker so he could enjoy the night longer in a state of disarray. There was no need for a glass as he had no plans to share it with anyone. He raised the bottle to his mouth and tilted it, taking a giant swig. Slava liked the way it burned his mouth, throat and gut as it slid through his body. He burst out laughing in the air for no good reason except to laugh. He knew the key to a good time lay in the bottle. "Oh! Christmas! What a jolly time of the year." he thought.