I see him taking me in. His eyes travelling down my chest, like molten lava. Warming me, making me burn. I walk over to the dining table and without l...oking back, I unbuckle my belt, unzip, lower my pants and bend over, bracing myself on my elbows, palms flat on the table.“I need to fuck.” I say matter-of-factly.“What the hell’s got into you?” He asks.“Fuck me.” I snarl, my voice has a husky, desperate edge to it and doesn’t sound like my own.He reaches for me, caressing.“Not like that.” I want. ”“So why haven’t they downsized, sold off their dwelling and rebuilt their finances?”“Pride and appearance mostly. It’s a Nobility thing for some of the traditional families.”“And his father’s death?”“Would promote him one rank and give him access to funds to clear the bad debt.”“I see,” I nodded. “So why is his wife interested in being a surrogate?”“Religion. Her family are Sabotinians. With them the male line of a marriage is supposed to remain pure and untouched except by the female. Fred and Anne even figured it out.Then I said, "Everyone be quiet. As much as you can, quiet your minds too. See what you hear."Fred was first to speak. "I hear the birds in the trees but nothing else. The only WEnet is us. Nothing. We are not connected to the whole!"Mary yelled, "FRAN HELP ME PLEASE!!" Mary let go," Fran answered. "You are still here in me and in the others present in this group. Even if it was just me, you made us big enough for both of us. Tom, you planned this. You took us. I went out and got in the car. He looked me over and nodded his approval. As soon as I fastened my seatbelt he drove off without a word. I sat beside him wondering what goes through his mind. He hardly ever talks except to give me orders. It isn't just with me, either. I noticed he was the same way at the poker game with his friends. But he must be thinking about something ... right? His mind can't be idle.I made myself comfortable and stared out the window, wondering what he has in store for.