She looked down at me, her eyes bright and wide, as her finger gently traced the XIII tattoo on my right shoulder. “You were class thirteen of The F...oundry.” She said it matter-of-factly, as she smiled sadly. I was shocked at her knowledge of The Foundry. As far as I knew it was a VERY tightly kept secret. “When CPS took me away from Daddy, they sent me to live with my Uncle Jerry. He had a VII in the same place.” Her smile lessened and the sadness in her eyes became painful for me to look. It can best be said that the universe likes somesuffering to balance what happiness there is. I.E. good must bebalanced by evil, or the entire universe could become unstable." So I can't try to make things better? Is that not what you have beendoing for a few hundred years???" True but I correct small wrongs, little injustices in the grand schemeof things and try to be happy with being able to bring happiness to afew without creating chaos." So could someone not teach me what can be done and. Good, the ice is broken, Laura thought to herself. She had kind of worried about it last night, but pushed it aside and relived the day moment by moment and it thrilled her to the center of her abdomen. But that morning she had awoken and had a few reservations and just sighed. Things would probably go back to normal, and that was ok. It was certainly more comfortable, but so frustrating. It was just a little fun, harmless and all, and how could anything that felt so good be so wrong? . He held his breath. Suddenly he felt her cool hand on his backside. Her fingers probed his crack, brushing lightly over his hole. He felt his muscle contract involuntarily. Her fingers left, then returned, this time with a blob of the lubricant. She smoothed it around his anus before slowly easing one finger inside him, pushing against his resistance. He gasped, then forced himself to relax, knowing that more was to come. She made a small approving noise, and slowly, carefully, pushed another.