Another step, and I felt wet skin brush against my thigh. I couldn't tell if it was an arm, a leg, or what other body part, only that something had to...uched me. "Who was that?" I asked. There was a giggle from my left. "Shh," said another voice further into the room. "Who's there?" I tried again. There were more giggles. And another woman's voice, this one to my right, said "No talking." I took a couple more steps. I felt fingers scratch lightly across my back. I spun to see who it was,. By the time i finished, she was about to take off her bra. I stopped her hands from reaching back and then i moved closer, kissed her neck and whispered "I want you into" her ear as i released the back part of her bra. I then took her by the wrists and pulled her out of the chair, I closed in and started tongue kissing her as i held her for about 30 seconds. Once we stopped, i kissed her neck again, then moved down fondling her breasts with my hands as i gently nibbled on her nipple, at this. "You traitor! You fascistbitch traitor!"Candace said nothing in reply.***Two days later, Candace sat in her room reviewing her situation. Shewas going to one of the sea colonies. The swimsuit in her closet andthe letter 'O' on her temporary ident card made that plain.Furthermore, there was no denying she had been genetically altered. Thelast few days of fever, chills, and vomiting confirmed it. By now, hergenome was completely different; tailored for life under the sea.This was not the way. And with that she sank back once more into a deadening dreamless slumber.It was almost two hours later when she was startled from her sleep by a loud tapping on the door. Leaping out of bed and grabbing a robe from the closet as she passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the door. A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue paper and mumbling something in Danish. A telegram!In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an expensive waste of good hard-earned money and were sent.