She makes her way towards a bench just like his, mirrored directly across from him. A small black suitcase trundles along behind her, wobbling and thr...eatening to overturn as it bounces over small pebbles in her path. She's older, he judges, maybe in her thirties. Still in great shape, though, from the look of her, he thinks passingly. Nice round ass, good-sized breasts. What really catches his eye, however, are her boots. They're brown leather western style boots that come half-way up to her. With a grunt, the guard came into the palm of his sweaty hand. Mariel traveled again, traversing distance and time to go instantly from the security closet to an upstairs bedroom at a frat house. An eighteen year old girl lay unconscious on the unmade bed despite the noise of the party down stairs, drugged to oblivion. The bedroom door opened and three frat boys slipped clumsily into the room, locking the door quickly behind them. After a moment of argument about who. If there are, they must be over 100 years old, so there may be none left out there.’ ‘How were you made?’ ‘There’s a 50% chance a baby will be a boy or a girl. Women who work in the clinic have to have sex with one of the men once every two to three years and hope they have a boy. If it is a girl, she must be terminated because they are naturally born with a vagina, which is not allowed. It’s a very cruel system, I see plenty of girl babies die a month because they just happened to be brought. I asked Corina if she was hungry now and she said food sounded good. I told her I would put in the frozen lasagna in the freezer and she said it sounded good. I turned on the oven to the temp the package said and went and took a piss. I went back out and Corina was just writing away. I asked her how far was she and she said she was writing about last night now. Then she told me she was using pen now because she was getting better at it. Then she said she tried to explain everything she was.