'"Great deductive leap, Kid. You've come a long way." Was I . . . we the first?" The first to successfully escape the Families, Kid. All before us suf...ered bad ends."His unadorned statement sobered me. I could imagine what those bad ends were and death wouldn't be anywhere near the worst of that list. But what good was I too the Free traders? I had been sterilized?MY EGGS! Sweet George, my embryo's! The Free traders had only let me go after they had secured 20 of my eggs! The knowledge rocked. .....unzip him and.....................slide my hand in there.........and............ I keep fuckin' kissing him, Bruce..............but now my hand is on his dick......and I pull down that zipperthing...........but sometimes his cock is too big and too hard, Bruce:.............." touching him....."and I can't get the zipper over it.................but I really want to touch........So I grab his boner and move it around.....................real slow so I don't hurt him and I. My brain got over being shocked, and realized that half the population doesn’t have a penis when they sit down to go number two. Or number one, for that matter.“I have to point it down, so my pee doesn’t shoot forward and come out all over the place between the seat and bowl,” I explained.She stood there, staring. My privacy meant nothing to her. That much was clear. What I didn’t understand was why my privacy suddenly meant nothing to her.“Point it down,” she murmured. “Really?”“Yeah, really,”. “I hate to remove it, but I want to start fresh. A quick PTA, and I’ll be ready to go again.”“What the hell is a PTA?”“Pussy, tits, and ass, darling,” she giggled.She didn’t ask him to leave, so he didn’t, and she seemed totally unconcerned that he sat on the stool with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Watching her perform such an intimate act made him feel especially close to her. She finished her ablution, wiped the water off the sink, hung up the washcloth and towel, then.