But it's important that you know who I am.”“It's okay, Elfi,” he said, then laughed. “Well... that is a surprise... but... I guess it makes yo...u even more intriguing than I thought.”“So,” I said with a gulp, “do you still want me to sit on your lap now that you know? It's okay if you say 'no,' I'm happy just to chat.”He smiled a very genuine looking smile.“Elfi, I'd still like you to sit on my lap,” he said.“Are you sure?” I replied nervously. “I don't want to pressure you.” “It would be the. “Were her breasts that big?” Asked Zan. At the edge of his consciousness he could hear her moving. Taking something from the bulky experiment case.“They really were!” He laughed for himself, with remnants of male pride. He heard her sigh, without understanding why.He kept talking of what was then his future. The national team, the prestigious university, learning to fly and the fascinating science. Of the blond on his arm, prettier perhaps than she was smart, yet smart enough to worry about. ”He then smiled at me and said, “Shall we go upstairs?”As I went up the steps, I kept thinking that Jack’s Place didn’t look like it had a second story from out front. That should have tipped me off, but I was already starting to think below the belt like any spacer on leave.The second floor was totally modern. There was some kind of glow lighting in the walls and ceiling. And as I walked, it almost sounded like I was walking on metal decks– like on a military ship.I was just starting to think. 1... But that was before. Now that I'm free, I can enjoy life, I can enjoy those things I was meant to as a child. As a 16 year old pubescent boy, full of hormones and what not. A vampire-white, black haired, video-game designing, emotional teenage boy. I still remember the night it all started. Back then, I was free. I had wonderful parents, a younger 7 year old sister, and even a twin that looks nothing like me. I had my own room, my own computer, my own studio. I would sit and program all.