"James tried to explain but the fingers in Suzy's pubic hair slidedownward and instead she arched her back. "Spread her boys, I want to seehow tight s...he is," said the Commander.As they pulled Suzy's thighs apart James felt the commander's fingersinvestigating the grooves that were part of his new body. He looked downbut his new breasts hid their hands.He groaned as something pushed into him. "She is too tight and too dryguys," said the Commander, "have a feel."The Commander's moved his hand up. He taxed them heavily and made them fight each other to the death for his amusement. After a while a brave soul stood up to this man and lead a revolution against the government in a move to get rid of oppression. After two years the man has finally killed the government and all his staff but has this man really been killed off and what legacy does he leave behind? Prologue Two years after the revolution the war against the government is all but forgotten as old news. As it goes now the war was. The feelings between us were palpable, like the warm sweet smell of hot chocolate on a cold winters day- and just as desired. The sensation of oneness engulfed me, and her. Her heart was beating hard enough to make her shudder a little, a feeling I picked up in my fingertips. It was as if everything was just a little more. Just a little more. Thats the only way I can describe it.She slowly pushed me back onto the couch, her gentle weight resting on my body bringing the situation even more. Its trees were part of a vast lattice carpet of fruit orchards that spread from the Bay to the surrounding foothills of Santa Clara Valley. The fruit grown shifted from pear, to prune, to apricot, to cherry as the elevation rose with patches of dairy, bean, tomato or other farms sprinkled in. The orchard’s owner had moved into a modern home with my family occupying their dilapidated; old house with farm work in lieu of rent. Dad interpreted my being born in the orchard a good omen for our.