”I knew that was SO untrue. Shit! I could feel my face getting hot. I cut the conversation short, almost to the point of rudeness, promised to talk ...gain soon, and hung up.Jeez! How secret were these freakin’ parties? It was straight perjury one; my questions hadn’t even gotten the courtesy of a white lie, like “I was home last weekend and they had a dinner party on.” Actually, it was worse than denial, it was actively saying something that wasn’t so, when there was no need to go into that. - „Wenn du mir gleich Hilla nicht sehr glücklich machst – dann hab ich dich nicht mehr lieb!“ – sprach Marthe scharf, mit einem kleinen versauten Lachen im Gesicht, zu mir. Ihre Hand packte meine beiden Eier. Marthe küsste mich und sprach: “Ich putze noch meine Zähne, und dann bin ich bei euch!“Marthes Hand entließ meine Eier aus ihrem wohligen Gefängnis. Hilla wartete schon auf mein kommen. „Endlich!“ sprach sie zu mir. Die weit geöffneten Lippen von Hilla begrüßten mich voller Freude. Hilla. Whitmore walked to the door and placed his palm on the recognition screen. He kneeled forward, and mumbled “Construct” into a speaker. The door opened with a hiss. For armed guards, all female, clad in form-fitting thick canvas black uniforms and jack boots, their hair tied up in tight, angry balls on their head, parted to let the group through. The girls stopped kissing and followed James out into the hallway. The guards surrounded them, their machine guns at the ready. The. " Still okay with this?" Still looking forward to it. Go on, get some sleep." Love you." He blew me a kiss.'I love you too.' I had a sigh - now until six-thirty yawned like anotherlesson."Are you okay?''Never better. Why?''Dunno, your voice sounds funny. You're not going all camp on me areyou?''As if! Get some sleep, you're hallucinating. See you later.'He laughed and hung up, leaving staring contentedly at his picture on myphone's lock-screen; John Palmer - compact, muscular and gorgeous,.