Lying to myself about my sexuality probably had something to do with it. The town was kind of backwards about certain things, and being gay was a big ...deal. No one, not a single person I could name, was actually out. Especially back in high school. It was all downcast eyes and sidelong glances and hands groping uncertainly in the dark, and then once it was confirmed it was urgent and needy, a quick messy fuck in the boys’ room. Sometimes one of them would have a black eye the next day, or not. ' Thinking that the conversation was genuine I answered 'the strongest of the group would have subverted the weakest to be a substitute for the female and turned them int o sex objects or sex slaves.' 'In time the weaker ones would have become so feminizes that when ever their masculine counter parts wanted sex they would submit and surrender to their will...' Lionel looked at me and smiled, I thought that this was some what odd till I glanced down at his crotch. Lionel had released his penis. "I'm sorry, Mr. Plummer. It's just that..." What? You know I'll have to punish you. What were you thinking?! I can even see some of your, well, your hair ... down below! It's outrageous!"Glory acted shy and embarrassed. "To be honest, sir, I just pulled my shorts down a couple of inches. You're the only one who gets to see me like this." And why would you do that? Glory, you've been my most difficult student, by far. Always getting into trouble. Well, it stops today. If you're going to act like. To answer your question, Pete - everyone like you gets adopted, it's just that usually we know and even control who the adoptive parents are. In your case, since we didn't know where your mother went, we didn't know where you ended up." But why did you care about what happened to me anyway?" Because you are a breeder." A what?" A breeder. You were born with certain inherent gifts locked deeply within your genetic code. When a breeder reaches the age of sixteen a pod of Alienthemum Mentalatum.