Thompson worked quickly from there, and was able to get the disease started by the time the Special Forces arrived to stop him. He died that day, but ...his Disease lived on. And now, two weeks later, all but a slim 1.16 million people worldwide still had workable genitals.Many solutions were proposed immediately. Cloning, mass artificial insemination, and similar ideas were thrown on the table. Research on an antidote was begun. The Disease would continue to affect any new children, so any effort. .Aber diese Str?mpfe waren auch nicht aus Nylon, nicht einmal ausBaumwolle. Leinen und Wolle, mehr hatten die Bauern nicht. Und so warenes Wollstr?mpfe, die aber deutlich feiner waren als meine Skisocken.Ich war zwar nun in femininer Unterw?sche, aber es sah in meinen Augengar nicht so feminin aus. Keine Schleifchen, keine R?schen, keineSpitze; nichts, was ich mit femininer Kleidung verband.Aber schon kam das n?chste Kleidungsst?ck, und das war unverkennbarfeminin. Ein Rock. Ein Unterrock aus. With my attention somewhat diverted, I failed to see her cat-like smile. "So how are things without James ?" Beckey inquired in her best "girly style " voice. "Uh, fine." I replied. A little flushed, I tore my eyes away from Beckey’s cleavage and sat down at the kitchen table, eyes firmly fixed on the formica top, hiding yet another erection. "That's good. I surprisingly managing a lot better than I though." she said, and went back to making coffee. "Do you miss him?" I. ” Two years ago James’s wife, Lila, had died in a tragic car accident. They had only been married twenty six months. It’s something he had confided in Cali the first day they met. It’s probably one of the reasons that she had poured her heart out to him with concerns of her own pending marriage. Since Lila’s death, James had done all he could to wall of any deep emotional ties with women. He had tasted true love once, and didn’t think anyone could replace that love in his lifetime. But there.