"Since your parents are gone, I'll have to call the cops first, and have you arrested. Then, when your folks get back, I'll have to tell them where yo... are, and why you're there." He lifted the phone, and began to dial."NO! Oh, please, please, no! I swear, I'll never do it again! I'll do anything, just please, don't!"Dan turned towards her. "Anything?" he asked, smiling.The girl, not totally naive but too frightened to think, nodded, sniffling. Dan put the phone back down."All right. I won't. All I want right now is you!"You left the waiter a tip, and pointed to your pants. It was apparent you were turned on by the tent in your trousers. I suggested that you walk close to me so no one would notice.We got in the car and you quickly drove to your motel. You looked around carefully then grabbed my bad and escorted me inside.We had barely got into the room when you pulled me close and kissed me hard, as you slid your hand up under my blouse. You then gazed into my seductive green-eyes. "A doctor," She stated with just a mild hint of shock. "Not too many boys try for something so substantial." Yes, well... I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed. I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist alive, thought she had found the cure the shota syndrome. She modified my genome. The finger probed deeper, wriggling around inside her, stretching the muscles and stroking the inner walls of her body. Her mind worked furiously with fresh panic wondering how deep it would delve. Pain began to shoot up through her stomach as she felt the man's palm lay against her parted lips. She felt the finger hook, running along the inside of her, making her moan with unexpected pleasure. Her soft sounds causing uproar from the gathering crowd.An ale slicked finger pressed at the tight.