Oliver?" Um..." Oliver assessed himself. "I don't think I'm..." It shouldn't be you, anyway," Frieda pointed out."Oh." He looked at the pair of volunt...ers. "Diseases?" There's literally nothing we can't fix in orbit," Master Jack assured him."Okay." Oliver pursed his lips, nodded, and waved at them. "Don't break it. No anal." Right." The pair moved forward."Vera." Um?" Vera was trying to fist herself, I think. She looked up at Oliver."Practice your oral, Dear. And kneel up for the nice man,". It was expected that he would not survive the procedure. It was an instance of what Trip calls 'ugly decisions'. Both Jonathan and Trip are still deeply disturbed by the memory." You shoulda seen it," Trip continued in a breaking voice, silent tears running down his face. T'Pol gently dabbed at them. "I was standing there, looking at the casket and it was me in there – dead. And he had been created, just to die, so I could live. That's some guilt-trip I don't wish on anybody."The Tucker elders. "Fucked by my own dog!"But she couldn't dwell on it. Not now. She had to keep her mind stable. She didn't want to freak out completely. She had to hold on, hold on to some thread of sanity. And nobody must ever find out! Gayle began to run herself a tub but suddenly she was crying again."I can't let this ruin my life. I've got to talk to someone about it." But even as she said the words, she knew she couldn't. Even a shrink wouldn't understand something like this. What did they call it?. .." Yes?" I said in what was intended to be a cool voice, but instead emerged from my throat like a frog's croak. Mags looked back at the screen to Jolanda. "He has a great cock," she said, and Jolanda nodded in assent, moaning a yes. Mags looked back to me, her eyes locking with mine now as she reached out her hand and gently touched the tip of my cock. I blinked and gasped, not sure what was happening but enjoying it way too much. I stopped stroking myself and Mags gently replaced my hand.