”“What is that?”“The Doctor would harvest your wife’s remaining eggs and freeze them for future use.”“But if she has a hysterectomy she ...ouldn’t be able to have another baby.”“With your permission and you wife’s also, her eggs would be donated to a couple who can’t have children, or they can be donated to science, so her loss wouldn’t be a total loss,” she explained.“Yes, I’ll agree to that.”“Since it would be only you signing the form, for now, her eggs will be held in quarantine at the Center. You can trust the guy, in my opinion.”“Then, why did Jake…?”“Ya know, talking about other people on their back is kinda rude.” Said a voice behind the two boys.Kiyan jumped from where he was sited and looked behind him and saw a short and black haired boy, around Kiyan’s size. The boy was wearing blue jeans and a purple shirt:“It’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations, too.” Started Kiyan.“Sorry about that, but that’s what I do everytime someone mentions Seth. He’s my best. Your ragged breath is my reward. I hold you on the edge, knowing if I let go you will overpower me sending me deep into headspace. You try to rise and I grab your left nipple with my teeth. I have it captured and dare not move. I roll my tongue over it slowly back and forth. You jump feeling all the tiny shocks. I know I'm pushing my luck. You lean forward suddenly and rip my hands away from their pleasure. I have gone too far for too long. You lean down on the whip, I have forgotten about.. John had pitched their tent away from the clutch of small domes that seems to be the general fare for most of the crew. His tent was a monster; a green WW2 Officers Tent. I'm sure you've seen them on M.A.S.H. His even had the slat flooring with a carpet laid over it. Oh, with a REAL bed, queen sized, and a recliner. Pretty plush, for a youngster. While most of the rest of the crew borrowed folding metal chairs from the cook tent, John brought a couch.After a few, Steve scratched on my tipi..