I must not linger. I did stop to eat and feed Luke.The first woman, Rebecca Dunlop, lived in town, just off of the main square. Her son was nearly nin...eteen. She also had a four year old daughter - I imagined her conceived on the night Rebecca's husband departed into the gray ranks. Approaching the lovely house constructed of mill sawed planks, my heart jolted. What was I doing? What would I say? I had to lean against a neighbor's front fence and sort my thoughts.Each time I encountered the boys. " An accident. Right."She sighed again, then started talking. "It all started on a sheep farm in New Zealand. In the early Nineteen-nineties, a livestock researcher named Prue Walker was experimenting on increasing the productivity of a herd by raising all the animals in the herd to championship levels. Using a solely DNA-based approach there was some promise of success, but no immediate breakthroughs." Okay," I said. "I assume she stumbled onto a method of changing human genes?" Something. I took after my mother’s side of the family and was very small of stature. My dad wasn’t exactly huge, standing five feet ten inches tall, but compared to him I looked like a wimp. Our new neighbours were from the land of ‘huge'. The dad, Hubert senior, was six foot five and his wife was just a fraction under six feet tall. Hubert junior, their son, who was also sixteen, was a massive six foot two inches tall and already as big as a brick shithouse.Hubert junior was unattractive and as thick as. “Then I must take you there one evening, as my guest. You’ll enjoy it. I know my female friends would enjoy you,” she smiled, impishly. “Emily would like to meet you. She’s a nymphomaniac who loves to fuck well-endowed men while her husband looks on. Her deep throat techniques are legendary,” she giggled. “It’s fun, you must promise to come one night. I’ll ring you,” she offered, pulling the duvet back, exposing a mass of middle-aged flesh, shuffling uncomfortably on the bed, narrowing her.