"Get away, y'bastard," the man cried, wild-eyed. "I'll kill her."I sheathed my blade and raised my hands, holding the girl's eyes, her blue eyes, her ...nblinking eyes. She was afraid but strangely calm despite the fact that this would-be rapist was holding her by one breast with a bloody, clawed hand. She was also startlingly beautiful."Get over there," the man said, voice shaking, blood dripping from his arm. He gestured with his bayonet, and the girl grimaced, elbowed him and twisted away,. I collapsed on top of her, wet bodies stuck to each other, and spent the better part of half an hour like that.Rachel threw on a slitted skirt and a bikini top, dressing right in front of me to let me know that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples, still hard, poked through the material, and it took all of my will-power not to take her again, then and there, in my bedroom. Whatever Bertha tolerated, I didn't think she would particularly fancy Rachel and me ruining her bedspread.We went. " I'll try. I'll do my best." I know you will."We sit for a few minutes in silence. It's nice. It feels safe. Peaceful.Dirk asks, "When we get back to the world, are you going to blow me likethat? You are really good at it." Asshole."We both laugh.Chapter 35Genetic Transformation ReportTechnician 34512X2-AStart:Robert "Tex" VaughnGenetic MaleAge 52Race: CaucasianHeight: 6'1''Weight: 195 poundsOrientation: HeterosexualHealth: Good. Some sun damage to face and hands. Signs of slightlyaccelerated. ...Oh God! I shouldn't have written ......" He felt hot, flushed and, unable to form the words he wanted, he lowered his eyes once more."No Mike! You should not!" she replied, her voice rasied. "For that was NOT what the task had called for."Still Mike wasn't able to bring his gaze to meet hers. He sensed her move and found his eyes following her slim heels until they were lost from his peripheral vision as she made her way around behind him.He wanted to move, wanted to turn his head to.