I'd just like to know that my friends had my back if ... you know ... they ever ... well, saw..." deep breath, "Jamey ... was doing anything inappropr...ate behind my back."I took a swallow of my beer. "Ya know what I mean, Verne?"Reference to the old Ernest P. Worrell commercials with Jim Varney caused Roy to laugh and drop his previously antagonistic stance at what I was saying. I laughed with him to let him think that everything was sunny and bright. But there was a growing darkness inside of. Nearly all were born in a weakened state, with nearly thirty percent succumbing to illnesses amplified by a weakened immune system before the age of eight.The boys that survived to adolescence faced another hurdle. Infertility rates among men had skyrocketed. Nearly half of adolescent men found themselves effectively sterile. The remaining half were on a spectrum of barely viable, to the rare previral sperm count. At sixteen, all male teenagers undergo testing to determine their ability to. He slowly walked towards them, eyes every girl in the room watching him. "Having fun yet?" He asked winking to the girls' and handed them a beer, hearing more giggles coming from them."Nahhh, we're just making plans on raping some handsome guy!" Sara smiled. Lifting the bottle and took a large drink, letting out a loud, burp. "OOPS, sorry!" She laughed out, pushing away the other girls', leaving only Jena and herself with John."Do you always do that?" John asked looking at her small body and he. .. afraid something might be wrong."Cindy Pooler had just let herself in with her passkey, using her supposed concern for Paul's welfare as an excuse. She stood just outside Paul's open bathroom door, pretending to be respecting his privacy. The bubble bath, however, gave Paul the only effective privacy he could get in that cramped little room."No, I'm OK, Cindy. I can knock on your door, later, when I get out of the tub, if there's something you need." Oh, no. Not really. I -- I found this.