Preferring to keep those samples secret, we'll use them for before-and-after genetic verification only if it seems that the world doesn't accept that ...I am Mark, or if one of the labs divulges the samples' existence.To get the stupid religious meeting underway, I said, "Let's get the religious meeting underway. When we invited you here, through CNN, we didn't specify a purpose. I'm curious to know why each of you came here, what you're expecting or hoping to achieve, etc. You start," I indicated. “You don’t drink tea. What are you going to put in it?”“I don’t know. My second wife stored nuts in hers. I’m not really a ‘nut in my cooking’ type person, so I guess I’ll store something else.”“My mom puts macaroni pasta in hers.”“That’s not a bad idea.”Benny went back to unpacking a box filled with bake-ware. There were casserole dishes of varying sizes, several cookie trays, pie pans, and cake pans. He put them away in a cabinet.“Gladys sure liked to bake.”“In her day, that was the only way. I laughed as I spurred my eager horse on, lying along its neck, half standing in my stirrups as we took off in pursuit. The few seconds she had gained by springing the surprise on me gave her twenty, maybe thirty yards head start, but my pony, a hand or so taller, was not going to be beaten and we slowly began to overhaul them.The river and the trees at its edge drew quickly closer as we levelled with them. Neck and neck we raced and then slowly I edged ahead, my thighs feeling the powerful. We were all a bit under the influence of alcohol by now. Nayana told me that it was true and she closed her eyes shut tight and used to imagine me fucking her. I knew by now where things would end up so I had to make a bold move. I looked at Nitin and told Nayana that merely fanatasizing about me with eyes shut would not be equal to the real thing with me since for sure I’d feel a lot different inside her than what Nitin would, and I winked at her.Nayana very coyly smiled and took a bigger sip.