Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I...am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it so dark? And, that voice! Mon Dieu! Who is that, that voice ... so. Changing the course of humanity with their astute observation was, needless to say, of the absolute highest order. And as the human capable of doing things with my penis no other human on Earth was capable of I had a major role to assume. I knew intrinsically I was going to remain naked, hugely hung livestock, from this day forward.[Enhanced by the sister nymphs I was once again the livestock obviously ready to do a lot of safe non impregnating sex work to convince humanity of the need for “new. Magic was the best for cleaning up messes and even odours. This job was done even better than what a nanny would do on earth.The activities were run like preschool but had to include higher grades because of age or intelligence. There was no shortage of articles and ideas to stimulate the young minds. PK was practised the same as finger painting had been in my day. Games with this in mind were done with two players or with teams.The older boys that were conditioned to please males went on the. "Oh Chandra." His hand came to rest lightly on the back of my head, gentle and insistent. My need for him rose.I pulled off. "Please fuck me, Dave," I said. "Make me a real girl."He held my chin in one hand. "Not until you've tasted my come," he said. "You will earn the right to be fucked, Chandra."Smiling, I went back to my task, sucking and licking, fondling his heavy, semen-filled balls. That's where it was. His stick come. The white reward for being his beautiful, sexy, slutty girl. I felt.