Not yet, at least. Two years ago, when sweet Aligail was sixteen, he had come upon her uniquely susceptible mind. Her brainwaves were perfect for his...own and he was sure not to let the opportunity pass by. Unfortunately for Michael, he does not possess a body in Aligail’s realm. He lives elsewhere but, for now, he only lets Aligail believe that he was created in her mind. No need for troublesome thoughts. Michael mused as he admired his squirming love. She was the ideal mixture of innocence. "Vat grown refers to how they were produced. They were not born, rather their biological matter was built and grown under the watchful eye of scientists. And to say they are not human is because many of the HK's have animal DNA linked with the human DNA. So they are capable of things like speech and cognitive thinking, like humans. Only they have a huge array of animal traits to choose from. The few Hunter Killers I have seen were not human looking, other than they could talk." Rich ends with a. Mrs. Pritchard was visibly annoyed. She anticipated such an obvious trap,of course, and had already devised a way around it, but she nonethelessresented the delay in getting to the gossipy nitty-gritty."No, of course not. I didn't hear it from my nephew. These things getaround, who knows how, in such a small town." She shrugged her flower-patterned shoulders. "It's just inevitable, I guess."Grace knew all-too-well how these things "got around." In Mrs. MavisPritchard, she was looking at one of. He stayed pressed to my body until he went soft and then pulled out, and put my panties back. My wife didn’t have to asked me if I liked it as she knew. You’re a good girl she said. The guy had to go sit down so I knew he liked it as well. My wife kissed me again and said your just getting started baby. I want you to do anything you like tonight. About that time another guy came back for another drink and my wife put her arms around his neck and smiled at him and asked him if he would like.