"Billy, this is David Rothman and Wanda Perkins. You've been wanting to meet them."And then he turned around and faced us.Okay ... I had actually been... expecting something like this. Nothing quite to this degree ... but something. I mean, assuming that the man actually existed, there had to be SOME reason that he would never show himself to anyone; and hiding a physical characteristic or disability was one of the reasons that I'd imagined. But while he had been in the process of turning toward. For those wishing to stay behind, a leader was going to organise some games and other activities.I was grateful Nan elected to remain at camp. I caught up with her after breakfast and suggested we do a little sightseeing of our own."But where will we go?" she asked."I hear there's some great coastline," I said, " we could check it out, maybe have a picnic."I could see she was conflicted. She didn't think the leaders would approve and any 'bad conduct' would be reported to her parents.However. Our eyes were nearly on the same level when she stood from her desk and offered me her hand. Her grip was firm and sinewy, and her smile was open and honest. She had good teeth, gray-green eyes, a sharp nose, large mouth and a strong chin. Her body was a heart-stopper. She immediately reminded me of carved figures I had seen on the prows of warships. I tried to conjure up a synonym for voluptuous but only managed luxurious which was hardly the same thing. And she was young, very young indeed. Chen, stroking her backside as she examined him. When I told him I would need to write him up, he told me I could discipline him “all I wanted” after he “fucked me raw.” I have all but lost control of the crew and I worry for the safety of myself and the other female members of the crew, who at present appear unaffected. Personal Log, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 14, 2074: I’m worried that whatever is afflicting the men may be spreading to the female members of the crew. Jean Oliver is acting very.