After some study, it was found that not only had all the women reporting issues becoming pregnant contracted the last “flu,” but they had all been... rendered infertile. The disease gains the derisive nick name “Stork Flu.”A worldwide fertility crisis followed. Birth rates plummeted, economies suffered, and armed conflicts erupted, further intensifying what would soon become a looming population crisis.Decades passed as scientists struggled against the disease as the world quickly unraveled around. As he drew nearer she leaned her head back and waited to give him his kiss. It was a peck, nothing more."Oh, Marilyn, thank you." my brother sighed, "your lips are so soft, may I have another?" Oh my goodness, yes William."They kissed a little more passionately and when they broke their kiss my brother whispered, "Ohhh, sweet lady, may I have another?" Ohhhkay." Marilyn whispered back.This kiss became a long, open mouthed adventure for both of them, and as I watched them kissing and slowly. And don't even think of trying to run. Listen to your woman." I was red-faced and humiliated, but also knew there was nothing I could do. I looked over to Laura and gave her a pleading look. She gave me a condescending frown and shook her head. Though the facts of our respective work lives made it plain it coudn't be the case, throughout our marriage we had maintained the pretense of an equal partnership. Now she had boldly and aggressively taken control. Bill reached over and unbuckled. You“It’s almost exactly the same,” you say. “Only you exchange hands.”“Exchange hands?” she asks hesitantly. You keep your eyes on hers, tilt your head forward, and bring her hand up to your mouth. Your tongue darts to wet the skin between her thumb and index finger before you shake some salt onto it.“Exchange hands,” you repeat.“Oh,” she inhales a slow deep breath and you’re pleased to see that the rosy flush is back.“Your turn,” you murmur, handing her the salt shaker. She holds it for a.