His hands were warm, and tender. His voice wasagain soft and soothing, almost in my ear, from behind, as he asked morequestions. Any tenderness here...? Any difficulty in bending this way, orthat? Any migration of pain?Which, naturally, reminded me of his previous questions about Sciatica.And the truth was, I hadn't felt anything that would fall under hisumbrella description of what I might feel if I had it. None. Nothing.My pain was localized in my upper back the whole time, and hadn't. Not tonight, but sometimes we might hear another couple passing nearby although they never came too near. It was a sort of accepted protocol that you were careful not to disturb another couple no matter what they seemed to be doing. On nice weekend days we would sometimes take some food and hike into the national forest and not see or hear anyone else for the entire day. In fact I'm not sure we'd ever encountered anyone else on one of these day long treks.Tonight we lay in our little nest,. He removed some eggs from the chimp and had a monkey growing in a test tube first try. He placed the eggs back into the chimp and waited till she gave birth. Success she had a normal chimp baby and all looked good. He did this again but this time he messed with the sperm with that of a human. He had it growing in test tube and planted back into the chimp. She gave birth but it took a month longer this time. When she gave birth it was hideous. The mother went wild and he had to sedate her. He. When I open my eyes, Kirk is behind me. He presses his face against my hair and inhales deeply. "God, you smell delicious. I didn't believe Nargrin when he told me about you, but I certainly do now. It seems that little punk doesn’t lie all the time," he says, chuckling darkly. Kirk touches my hair, pushing it away to expose my neck to him. "Has my brother already sucked your blood?" Kirk asks me, inhaling my scent again. "Mmm. Yes he has. I can smell him on you," he says, his voice on edge..