“No tickling!” I hadn’t thought before of the risk of tickle torture. I always worried about the wrong things. “Sorry,” Gina said, “I’ll...be more careful.” In place of the tickle brush, I felt something smooth and wet on my nipples. It oozed up my neck and across my lips. I smelled peach. Gina pushed it between my lips and I opened my mouth. After I’d eaten it, a plum traced the same path from nipple to tongue, its juice cold near my armpits. I felt a trickle of something room temperature on. We did wonder in the earlystages if you would start to grow new internal genitals but that doesn'tseem to be happening. Factor 29 doesn't seem to be involved in thataspect at all."By the time she had finished that sentence I had spluttered half my cupof coffee over the carpet!"You mean you really thought I was going to produce ovaries and stuff?" We weren't sure to start with, but the fact that you have malechromosomes rather than female ones suggested that the Factor 29 wouldn'thave the right. .. sleep well?" Yeah ... I did, thanks. You?" Okay, I guess," she said, noncommittally. "We got into some heavy stuff last night. I think that was on my mind." Sorry to hear that. Didn't mean to drop that on you." I know. But ... I'm glad you told me. No one else needs to know ... but I did. Thanks." Sure. You want to use the shower?" Yeah, thanks," she said, squeezing out of the narrow galley and into the lounge.Tom could see the outline of her clearly naked body through the thin material of. ”Dan said, “It is something the partners should agree on before implementing. Can you write a proposal for your idea?”“There it is again, Dan. You want a proposal, so you’re hoping that it will take a couple of days to reach you so you can mull this over and figure out a way to turn it down. I can see in your eyes how you don’t want to push Mooney toward significant progress. This idea isn’t going to cost much and the value is big considering that you’ll have faster reporting than ever before.