Before he had a chance to push the cart back to the store's work area and clock out to end his shift, a checker called out over the intercom for carry...out help."Ray, you handle it," the assistant manager, Larry, said while walking to him and grasping the cart handle. "I'll put this up and punch your time card. After loading the bags for the blonde woman at Register Seven, you can take-off." Works for me," he said to Larry's back, who was already moving away, pushing the cart in front of. I- Was all that Rory could say before Micheal punched him. I rushed over to Rory.I kneeled down, putting his head on my lap.Rory, are you okay? I asked gently slapping his face.His head was slowly shaking from side to side.Baby? I asked him.He managed to get out a groan.I saw that he had a cut on his lip.I slowly stood up as I put his head down on the grass, gently.I ran in the living room.HUNTER! RYAN! QUICK! HELP! I yelled in.Moments later, they came in running.Rory…in the front yard…Carry. Normal humans fought against the genetically enhanced beings in a war that devastated the world. It had begun with the Asgard project.A project that was originally designed to give humanity easier access to electronically advanced systems. It was designed to give an augmented reality experience to the user. You simply needed to open your hand and you’d have a whole screen to browse the web with in the palm of your hand, without having to charge.No one foresaw the war. Hell, no one knows how the. It was older and too small. It covered my ass, but not by much. I found the thickest white shirt I owned. You could see my nipples through it, but at least it kept me from jiggling so much.I started cleaning the house and had to work hard to get the stains off the table. It seemed that the harder I worked, the more worked up I got. I had to stop twice during the cleaning to play with myself. I would go and sit on the reclining chair and spread my legs over the sides. I licked my finger and.