You needed more thrills, less reality. Even sex had lost it’s thrill for you ... Jesus, why I am even explaining this? Goddam it, Doc!”“That’s... hard to believe,” she said, still very much in character. “But I guess you were there.”“So were you! But you couldn’t possibly have been, could you?” I said, beginning to wonder if I had a concussion.“Of course not. I’m dead,” she sighed, and turned back to Doc. “Can’t we end this stupid play? I knew this was a bad idea.”“Wait. What’s going on here?” I. ***It happened 10 years ago, when we were young and dumb. I was a 21 year old horny k**, sexually inexperienced relative to the likes of Brads out there. I was getting laid all right but unlike Brad I had to work for it, sometimes really hard. Lucy was already an acquaintance of Brad and had asked him for some “help” with Advanced Calculus. For an athlete he was very good in math, but not as good as me. He agreed to help her, and called out for me to help him teach her. Lucy was a ballet. Jason should have become obsolete as breeding stock when some of his sons were born who were resistant to radiation themselves. They should have been able to breed true with young women like Eve -- all their children guaranteed to be radiation-resistant. But while the radiation-resistant women like Eve were as fertile as any other woman, the young men were all sterile.So there were no men better than Jason at spreading the key gene. There should have been a great many who were just as good, but. .. five times ... maybe more. I couldn't wait! The truth is that I play with myself pretty much every day. Sometimes more than once. But I never have privacy. Usually I get off a quick one in the shower in the morning, or when I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get so horny that I diddle my cunt in the bathroom at school between classes, or even in the changing rooms at work if I'm really desperate.But I'm rarely totally alone. Which for one thing means, I rarely get to use toys. Not only do I.