Emily and I were the only women in our group. We had nine people in the group, then -- seven males and two females. I am past childbearing age, in all... likelihood. That meant that, for awhile, Emily was the only woman we had who was likely to be fertile. I know Emily and I, on our way down here from Chicago, discussed that fact quite a lot."I wondered then, and I wonder now, what kind of society we're going to have, in the future. Finding Geneva, and then three more women, and three female. Later on that night around 11 pm, my phone buzzed with a message on WhatsApp. It was my sweet Chithi.We used to text a lot like a son and mom. She even said that to me many times. I was very close and affectionate to her more than her own son. But now it was a different situation. The conversation went as below:Chithi: Slept kutty??Me: No, mom.Chithi: Is your sleep disturbed, son?Me: Don’t act, you know my mood. You know what your son needs now.She went away for a few minutes.Chithi: See dear,. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips dropping the pencil on the floor. She bent over to pick it up.Mr. Orlando’s eyes widened when he saw Suzie’s short skirt ride up exposing her smooth tight brown ass. He had called her into his office to reprimand her about her provocative clothing. A few of the women teachers complained about her. They said that she was distracting the boys in their classes. The principal could definitely understand now how distracting Suzie could be. So at night, instead of staying up and looking at the skin like she used to, she covered her own skin with makeup, scented it with perfume, and accented it with fabrics. And then she went out and met people who had muscle and sinew and bone beneath their skin, people with beating hearts and quick minds and strong bodies. She talked with them, drank with them, danced with them (skin touching skin in the dark corners of clubs and bars…). Then they went home and fell into bed, gasping and.