Chances are that without him I would be long dead, but one of the things that the paperwork and the guard stressed was to make sure to take food – p...enty of food – with me when I left my place of safety. Even if I were just going to the field to gather food, or to go fishing, I always took at least a pocket-full of jerky, and my canteen was on my side on any excursion as well, summer or winter. In the beginning, I drank only the water that had been filtered through the canteen. After a while, I. I was about three quarters drunk on good German beer and had been dancing with several different guys. One of them had come on really strong and I had decided on him. Once again, I let my desires overtake my common sense. He was tall and blonde and well built and when we had been dancing close I had felt a nice big hardon throbbing against my body. So I had all but drug him down the hallway and outside into a dark alleyway.I let him push me against the wall, his mouth seeking mine, his hands. I got the inspiration from when you gave up your favorite chips. But how? Keeping it simple, I figured out just what gave semen its flavor and consistency. I also did a lot of surveying, trying to figure out what the most favorable consistency was. From there, I had to construct a compound from scratch that could tailor semen to my needs. Honestly, the surveying and building the compound was what took so long. Why didnt you tell me? Oliver sighed. Like I said, I didnt want you to get your hopes. But he did not, reminding himself that this was a young woman, living on her own. He did not need to frighten her. Inside, Stephanie looked at the handsome young man and frowned. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. ‘Yes?’ she called out through the door. ‘Ms. Hebert? I’m Trevor. Trevor Williams, I’m an attorney?’ he called back. ‘I gave you my Card when you tripped over that little bast… The child that tripped you? At Casa Ole?’ ‘Oh, okay, hang on,’ Stephanie said, then thought.