When I left their home I was convinced more than ever that returning to Memphis would be like returning to prison, for me.On the subway back to Martha...'s I knew I was working myself into another funk about Memphis. I resisted my own gloomy anger, realizing it would only worsen my last days in New York.When I returned to Martha's all I wanted to do was lounge about the place with her. She was in bed with a few of her papers, getting ready for returning to work Monday. When I was ready for bed she. Well, lying there would be a better description for it. Martha had slipped down a little on her seat, and she had her legs apart. At first, Sandra thought it had been Martha's hand that was between her legs, until she noticed that Martha was squeezing both her breasts and pinching her nipples with her own hands. Depending on the light reflected back from the big screen, Sandra could sometimes see clearly how Jimmy was rubbing Martha's pussy and how he was paying a lot of attention to her. The scientists taught her how to read and write and become just like all the other humans. They eventually decided to release her into a high school to give her social interaction. Subject 19 saw her chance of escape.During class she noticed a girl that looked exactly like her, this intrigued her, who was this impostor? Instead of running away, like she planned, after school she followed her home. I was on my way to Susan's house for some "study time" as we told our parents, her parents would. I never felt the need to eat, or to relieve myself, as I lay on this bed. Eventually, I had grown accustomed to this routine. So imagine my surprise when I awoke in a bright room joined by two people I'd never seen before, and two I had.***I was one of the people I'd never seen before. Blinking aware the whitish glare, I noticed that I was shorter as always -- about 5-6, but everything about me had changed... for the worse. My inspection was short and perfunctory, and I was wearing a hazy.