His hair had that morning messiness, his jaw a film of stubble, his eyes blue and boyish, just like the first time she met him. Those were the boyish ...lue eyes she fell in love with, the eyes that promised adventure but delivered only stability and predictability. ‘Dave?’ She said somewhat relieved to see a familiar face. Confused she pulled on her bounds again. ‘Will you untie me?’ Dave walked up to the bed. He was looming over her and shaking his head. ‘No?’ She asked. ‘Why not?. ’ Her perfume lingered as she moved away. I tryed to catch every little bit of it! She was kneeling down looking for something on the bottom shelf as I turned the corner. She glanced up for just a moment. Was that a smile? I wished I knew for sure but as I got closer she kind of flipped her dress as she stood up. I KNOW my jaw dropped as a whisper of lace showed between her thighs. She turned away just as fast. Were her cheeks showing a bit of red? I had to stop and catch my breath. The lines. With an unsatisfied sigh, Annabel stood up, padded off the dirt from her long grey skirt and continued to walk. --- An hour later, Annabel returned home with two rabbits. “Annabel!” her sister Julia came out of the hut to greet her. Annabel was twenty-four years old and Julia was only two years older. Yet, Julia took after their father and had long straight blonde hair. Julia wore a plain dark blue dress which reached down to her heels. In London, they had many beautiful dresses, and every. Some thought this would give them a sort of immunity from the breeders, but they were still subject to the public rules, and the ones who tried this generally ended up losing their virginity in 'unplanned' settings. Most of the breeders would still not impregnate these first-timers, but a few did, thinking they deserved it for trying to beat the rules.Even in what was generally regarded as a civilized society, there were still threats to the breeders from those who wanted to end their existence.