.. but not. She was the eighth generation in captivity. And that's not right and I don't think I can explain. The experimentation done on her mother h...d changed her. Genetic engineering was in it's infancy and conservative science (Main-stream thinking) likened to to playing god.Someone in Madison Wisconsin played god with Isabelle and that someone was dissatisfied with the result and disposed of it. The disposal didn't work. Isabelle was smarter than the disposer.Whoops ... sorry,. With a smile, she rolled down the passenger window and signaled for me to roll down mine.Curious, I rolled the window down and asked if she needed some help. She smiled and asked me what I was doing, sitting in the dark—was I waiting for someone? "No," I said, "I am just wasting time and catching up on the news."One thing led to another and she agreed to come over to my nearby apartment and have a glass of wine. She followed me home and parked in the driveway as I rolled into the garage. As we. " She continued. "I should have known. I knew he'd done it before, but I hoped he'd change. What an idiot I am." Come on Elise, don't beat yourself up." I consoled her. "It's not your fault the guy's a prick."As we talked, she cozied herself up next to me and I put my arm around her. She smelled great, and I was enjoying the close proximity.She continued on about how she'd wasted her time with Ben and that she would die lonely and on and on."Elise, shut up!" I said sternly. "You're an amazing. I lied that I did not. I followed him to the garage, and he quickly found the box and tripped the offending breaker. Thats it? I asked. Should be, he replied. Lets go check… Is it okay? I think that for the first time, he realized that he would be accompanying a girl to her room while no one else was in the house. Sure, lets go, I said. At this point, I could see that Cindi was getting antsy anticipating the coming scene. I could also see her pussy beginning to glisten with moisture. I knew.