Id been scurrying left and right, avoiding the hungry stares that followed me, and the possessive growls a few males threw around as they tried to cal... dibs on me. To hell if Id be called dibs on. To hell if Id let myself give in to my need and end up under one of these assholes. The day had turned into night sooner than Id expected and the frosty streets were bathed in the sickly amber glow of blinking streetlights. I hated being out so late. I hated being out at all, but Id been dodging a. After that, I took Samantha upstairs and scrubbed her gently in the shower. While she dressed, having picked one of Mom's blouses to replace the one I destroyed, I got the urge again and took her on Mom's bed. It was a long and tender affair, one that Samantha didn't want to end, probably because she knew we were making love in Mom's bed."Next time, Auntie," I murmured during the afterglow, "I'll make you wait for hours before we do it. I promise." I have a confession to make," Samantha said.. "Surprised with that statement I asked what was going on. It was not"my" voice anymore, it was a woman's voice instead. Her answer was:"I'm sorry, we didn't think that the process would run so fast withyou." Which process?" I asked."You see, we did develop a new form of genetic therapy, to help womenwhich, for some reason, had lost one of their reproductive organs, likethe ovaries, the womb or the breasts." This therapy uses a recombinant virus and nanite technology, toreconstruct the organs. This is the sensation I’ve been waiting for, since the last time we were together---this losing myself in your skin, the feel of your breath in my chest, your warmth penetrating to the core of my being. I open myself to you, body and soul, and wrap you around me like a blanket. Your fingers trace every inch of my flesh, competing with your lips in a fevered effort to possess me. Together they trace a line of fire down my shoulder to my breasts, caressing and kissing alternately until I.