Each time some life survived and, after a few ticks of the geological clock, grew to diversify and flourish once more. So, what people really meant by..."Saving The World," was the far different, and far more selfish, idea of maintaining the planet in a condition that would sustain us. The underlying assumption was that as long as we didn't destroy ourselves, our species would continue in perpetuity. However, the one lesson of evolutionary biology that we always seemed to ignore is that. Contrary to the stories one reads on the various X sites, I did not have a hard on. I was freezing and so was she. My penis was against her butt and I had my arms around her chest. We had even trapped our breath in our new little enclosure so it was much much better now. It continued to get warmer and we both commented on how we should have done this sooner. I kind of didn't know what to do with my hands since they were so near to her breasts. They were little ones. Also, I could still feel. (Massaging.) She stirs again, more solidly this time. sleep is leaving and she turns to me.“You’re awake?” she asks quietly, and I nod with a silent smile. “Why?”“Thinking,” I reply honestly.“About what?” Her body was pushing out the tiredness slowly, eking its way into wakefulness. “You.”She laughed. “Really? Why on earth would you want to do that?” Her head, raised for a moment, fell now back onto the pillow with a soft sound of comfort.“Because,” I began, “I think you are beautiful and sexy. You froth at the mouth like a mad dog when the boy you were going to torment turns around and beats the bully."I was quiet now. He said in a quieter voice, "Why did you have to kill them?"When he didn't continue I said, "I am a boy that is near twelve years of age. I was nothing special until I was hurt by my horse. For half of a year I slept with a damaged skull."When I awoke I began to build tools and weapons that had never been seen before. Some were toys for children and some were terrible.