—-=(The mentarion minority)=—- Mentarions were a very small minority in the human population. The count of known mentarions in the Governmental Re...source Division (GRD) files was at that time around 45 000. Multiple plans to increase the percentage of empaths in the population had been secretly implemented on trial basis, before the biology behind empathic abilities in humans began to unveil. However, because of the only indirectly genetic basis of empathic abilities in the human population, all. “Are you mad?” “Not at all kitten,” He replied reassuringly. “These things are completely natural.” He turned my head back to his powerfully and began kissing me more passionately than before. His mouth opened slightly, allowing my tongue to slither in and play with his. My tongue danced delicately around my stepfather’s and our saliva mixed together before he broke it. “You know, if you do move in with him, I’ll need someone else to love at night.” He explained. I looked at him confused by. I can't say I liked the look of him but he struck me as more of a travelling salesman or businessman.Perhaps he picked her up hitch hiking thinking he was going to get lucky and she hadn't wanted to play. But if that was the case why hadn't she just gone into the restaurant; there were too many people around for him to get smart with her in there.Three hours was going to be a long time under that canvas and it wasn't too warm that night so after about forty minutes or so I pulled on a slip. Sara threw her arms around his neck and squeezed. And as he feared she used tits and all with her hug. "Christ she may as well wrap her damn legs around me" he thought. But there was nothing he could do but hug her back. He held her close. Arms tight around her. God he wanted her so bad. He moved his face close to her delicate throat and softly tried to take in her scent. She smelled wonderful.Then she pulled back from him. "Shit did she catch him smelling her"? he wondered. Then she leaned in.