At the end of the trough, standing facing the corner, was a young lad. He was probably just his own age, recently turned 18, slender with a hint of mu...cle tone and definition in the arms and a tight abdomen. His short blond hair lightly cropped into a small fringe at the front, and with a touch of gel. Completely different to him. Andy was large for his age, a slight overhang on the belly. And yet, his unintentional stare had brought him some attention. He was looking right back at him.Andy's. I need... er... a.dozen more rats of the same... er... strain as before please Martin." He was grinning at me and said,"Sure no problem Doc. I'll just check my database and see what I've got in stock." I felt more and more uncomfortable in the same room as Martin. He wasn't exactly attractive, mid twenties, fat, lank ginger hair and a less than handsome face. But however much I fought it, Martin seemed like just the thing I needed right now. The thought scared the hell out of me, but couldn't. But even then, we have to be careful.”“Careful? Why?”I chuckled, “Hormones!”Tasha laughed softly, “You think we will like it so much we won’t be able to stop?”“You’ve given that impression, yes!”“Perhaps,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Anyway, I know it’s about ninety minutes away, but what about going to King’s Island for the day?”“We could only stay until about 4:00pm because of Vespers.”“Could you skip?”“If I called Father Nicholas and let him know. I’d need to tell Angie, too, because I give. We were hit with a major sandstorm a couple of days before we got to that community. What I really hated was that Joe and Running Fox were on a hunting expedition when the storm hit. Well, there was no way in hell that we could help them, so all we could do was to hope that Running Fox could get them through it. He certainly knew more about surviving sand storms than Joe did, but Joe was good at following Running Fox's orders.Running Fox had seen the storm coming, but he knew that there was no.