The happy couple then went up the spiral staircase, waving and pausing for pictures as they alit. They then dashed across the promenade to a waiting p...ivate elevator that took them to street level. The wedding party then invited anyone who wanted to come and see them off, to go outside. At street level a limousine waited with the usual "Just Married" signs and of course, a drag of cans to draw attention as they sped away.More pictures were taken as they got in the limousine with the waving and. (The girls only keep the genetic material, and the semen flushes out within a day as a vaginal discharge.)Though a member of a different species, I was apparently still “human” enough to attract their interest and in fact was the ultimate in exotic. During my visit I was besieged by small girls. I wondered if my genetic material might be so different as to be harmful, but their scientists scoffed at the idea. Their little girl uteruses would have no trouble sorting out any genetic sequences. No matter how much you beg, the pleasureis wholly mine."The other nodded glumly. "Who is your latest girl?" He asked, eying thedark haired beauty. "She was an assassin," Ashir noted in a voice tinged with vile sarcasm.From the darkness his beady eyes avidly watched Hakim's face for theslightest reaction. "Paid in blood red coins from this very city." An assassin? How novel," Hakim noted, his face impassive."Yes. Kilis by name. I made a likeness of him to adorn the marketgallows." Ashir watched. The outward signs of old age being slower to reverse than the inner workings. Of course his makeup people were working hard to keep his image the same as the one the American people had elected, but it was hard to conceal the unruly blond hair growing in up there.“Any thinking responsible person knows that if the Fountain of Youth, or the much older name, the “Water of Life” were discovered today everybody would want, no demand some. If it became known it would be more of a curse than a.