Greg ran after the fleeing Franz, and Sam followed. As Sam left the main room he heard a muffled crack of thunder.***Franz stood in an office. He was ...urrounded by more destruction. His mind whirled, who had destroyed his life's work? Whoever it was had been thorough. All of his files had been gone through and burned or stolen. The door to his safe had been ripped off and his biological samples gone. Worst of all his hard gotten supercomputer was smashed.Greg followed Franz through the series. I watchedthe girls, obviously, playing skipping or whatever. I thought girlswere better than boys, smarter, nicer, and so on. I tried to makefriends with them and sometimes I think they felt sort of sorry for me.But it was a bit awkward, and mostly I tried to hang out with the boys,even though I didn't like them much. But more than that, I just stoodon the side and watched, watched girls and women, how they stood andwalked and spoke. I wanted to know what it was like for them.I got into. She had almost made her skin bleed in places as she frantically tried to erase the places where Brad and Hiroshi had pissed on her. Her breasts were painful from the many times that she had rubbed them hard to wash away the sticky bodily fluids that she imagined still clung to her.As she dried herself, Marie’s thoughts turned to how she would explain her appearance to Jane. Marie had long hair and Jane had followed her mother’s example. In fact, both women had dyed their natural black hair a. ”“He’s flirting. Single guys that age do that from time to time.”“So flirt back. Ben, back me up here.”I shrugged and shifted BJ from one knee to the other in my lap. “Dayna’s right. If you like him, flirt back.”Brandi sighed. “What’s the point? Not like it can go anywhere. We’re going back home in less than two weeks.”“So?” Dayna elbowed her best friend. “Even if it can’t go anywhere, you can still enjoy yourself for the next two weeks.”“Whatever. Fine. We’ll see,” Brandi said.