But the more I thought on that, the more that idea started to unravel. There was a responsibility here. If what Mrs. Bell said is true, then I was the...key to where we were headed. Wasn't I accountable to the human race and my role in it? If I ignored this and just lived my life as if nothing were different, then would my genetic line be one more of those dead branches like the Neanderthals? That seemed like a waste, more so since I had brought the girls into the equation, no matter how. There was no reaction, she just carried on chatting. Then as she reached down to put a clean glass on the shelf she, in turn, squeezed my left buttock.“When we close at 2, do you want to stay behind for a drink?” I asked her.“OK”, was the only reply and I slipped upstairs to make a cup of tea. I drank the tea, tried to read but most of the time watching the clock tick round to 2 pm. I heard Ivy ring the 10 minute bell and went down to join her. Our lunchtime trade was starting to improve but it. Luckily, I found theclothes, but as I was now chasing the clock, I didn't have time tochange. Anyway, I had got used to the baggy overalls and with very littlesocial contact things went along just fine. As with most days, when I ambusy, I don't think of much outside of the work I have to do. Yet today,once again, it was a battle to try and keep control of myself and ignorethe pull of my constantly moving breasts and the never ending demand ofmy yearning nipples.As the day wore on, so the. ” Abby stammered, “how long will it ... will it take?”“As few sessions as your tolerance for pain allows,” Biming said. “I’d expect five, because of the detail.”Yan“Yan, all three are ... goddamn, they’re stunning. If they look half as good on us as the sketches, they’ll still be works of art,” Jason said.Most of their guests and subs had joined them in the lounge for what was turning into a second cocktail hour.“Husband ... wives...” Yan said, nodding to them, “there are a lot of things I envy.