I took the warm pot out into the corridor, found the sluice, emptied the pot, cleaned it and returned it to the room. There was a towel folded on the ...end of my bed. I took that and went to wash.At the far end of the corridor a jug and basin stood on a small wooden table. Beside the bowl, an old, cracked saucer held a hard green cake of soap. I poured some water into the bowl, It was cold. It was hard to get the soap to lather but I manged to wash my face and hands. It then occurred to me to. I thought fuck this, I need to get my act together and Iwas not about to be pushed around by this bossy bitch. SoI answered in a even voice, “Miss I saw you bending overin the store and to be honest it was my cock that had mefollow you around.” I watched amused to see how she mighthandle that. In fact she didn’t say anything, my answercatching her off guard, she just stood there staring atme. I don’t know what possessed me next but I walked right upto her and pressed my. They represented an at once horrifying possibility and great hope: someone might see what was happening.Agnes whimpered as she was hoisted higher still. A fall from that height would likely not be fatal, but it was impossible to curb her phobia with rationality at that point. The plasma made its way over her skin, smooth and unyielding even as it remained barely visible.“Pl-please, don’t, please, stop!” She begged repeatedly, her litany rising in loudness as Victor reached between her. But both of us can feel it already. We are different, somehow. You are it. You are us. You are the progenitor of the next generation.Andrew’s Story – 2Okay! So I’m the provider of the seed, the loins from which is going to spring the next evolutionary stage of man. I don’t think so. Donnie’s story was a lulu I’ll admit it. But if it is as she says it is, no wonder they aren’t making any progress.“Girls, are you telling me that you are randomly looking for men who may be in evolutionary synch.