As there were no chances that the human race could overthrow millennia of culinary traditions centered around one single product: milk.This is how the...Pharm project was born. It was a simple effective idea, that saw our loved core ingredient stemming from where it naturally would -- the plump tits of a fertile human female -- but scaled up to cover the now massive industrial needs.Thank God for science and global research funding, really.Within a few years, a new system was created.Private. No, he tore his eyes away from the mound, focusing them on something else. He marched around the circumference of the pile, kicking coins out of his path like they were no more valuable than pebbles. The bookshelves were his new target. Isabelle had said it herself, to the right buyer, these ancient tomes were worth a fortune in their own right. A fortune enough to set Iden free from the life of a sellsword? He couldn’t be sure, but what other options did he have? She was right about him not. Do you know what happened to my panties?"I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, ma'am. I took them."She seemed to relax. "Oh, good. I was afraid that the janitors or someone else had found them. Why did you want them, Albert?" Uh ... well, to remember you by. Yesterday was ... very special. I don't know how to describe it. And I don't want to forget the best time of my life."Her look softened. "Oh, Albert, that is so sweet. Okay, you can keep them. Just make sure no one sees them, especially your. I passed Tori in the hall on my way back to her bed. She reappeared shortly and snuggled up close to me as comfortably as if we were longtime lovers. I hadn't felt this happy since…well, since never, come to think of it. All kinds of feelings and questions raced through my mind. What now? How would things look in the light of day? Did all this actually happen? Was it real or a dream? As I held her tightly against my weary body, for some reason I felt the need to ask her something that.