.. pseudo intelligence. Something to impress folks of like education, affluence and influence. Thirty something ... college educated and in debt to th...eir brows ... suburbanites. They are neighbors ... because they want their children to marry into like families.Three Hundred Fifteen Thousand years ago, (315,000 yo) plus or minus a few thousand, the Austin’s progenitors were in incubators. The word incubator doesn’t fit ... not really ... Stasis Chamber? Maybe. Resident in the mind of a Super. It was at that moment she realized that there was another fire burning--in her stomach. A fire which she would not give into no matter what. Not tonight.Bran slipped into bed behind her, pressing his body into hers, spooning. His arm automatically fell over her hips, and his fingers unintentionally brushed the bare skin exposed by her small top. She shivered.Bran’s lips went close to her ear, and he whispered sensually, ‘Kitty, I’m sorry.’She ignored him.‘Let’s kiss and make up.’Kitty sniffed.. She was a lady full of grace and charm that cannot go unnoticed by any male with good vitals of 36-32-38.Her skills of conducting extra curricular activities during our Annual gathering led our Sex affair. Let me know come down to the story. She started teaching us Chemistry in the eighth grade(most boring subject ever i’ve came across). As fate would have liked it i flunked in the first Unit test itself scoring very low marks. I was hugely disappointed as i had become the topic of the whole. Our sexual life merely reinforced that. The girl would do anything for me and never said ‘no’. I mean never. So, I kidded myself I COULD have it all. And her love fueled my own love for her. Insane, eh? ‘So I convinced myself I could have my secret life career and a beautiful sexy and loving wife at home – whenever I was home. Our engagement year – until we both graduated – was like heaven. Her Dad was furious of course and she was no longer welcomed into his law firm. But her grades and.