He didn't know what to say. What he was hearing made perfect sense but he knew there had to be something wrong with it."I've got to get back to work n...w kid." Benny crushed his coke can and tossed it into the trash. He said, "Just remember, if you're not interested in the job because it insults your morals or some other such nonsense, you can always quit and there will be fifty guys lined up to take your place by tomorrow." Benny began to move supplies again. He turned to Ryan and said, "Go for. .are you seeing anyone?”“No. Not lately.” “Anyone you want to be seeing?”“Yeah, just about every girl I meet.” We both laughed.For the rest of dinner the conversation stayed mostly on my love life, something my mum had always been interested in, and combined with the wine my mind was wandering. When I had said 'every girl' I'd meant it and I couldn't help but admire mum while we talked. Because it'd been a driving day mum wasn't dressed up but she still looked hot. Her brown hair was in a loose. The procedure was only successful on those who were still in the latter half of puberty. Adding on the legal ramifications of experimenting on minors, the Project was only available to those in their late teens; legal adults, but still technically developing.Everyone participating had to accept a "99% chance of complete success." This was, rather than a promotional claim, an accurate estimate of the Project's success rate. Approximately 1% of the participants reported an "imperfect". "Ah, Timothy Leary ... AKA The Shaman. "I thought you left." I did ... I came back. Someone really fucked up."We were all scrambling for a modicum of clothes.Tim was already taking down the hut. The outside cover came off with a tear and rip."Whasup?" You guys have a choice ... Marry the wives of those two," he pointed at the pair of emasculated natives, "or get gone. You're in a hurry and I doubt you've got time to load the plane."Killing the attempted rapists was OK ... not great, but Ok." He.