"I nodded, finally understanding, "So the heat within your body keeps the sperm from being viable. You must have decided to just let it all hang out o... the Islands." It IS somewhat more comfortable that way," Patricia said, "and there was less danger in the Islands of someone I know noticing. I never really anticipated that someone would have a use for my sperm, but I'm glad to know that it works, and I'm ecstatic for those young ladies!" Anyway," I continued, "They are all due to give birth in. I'm just tired of being alone."Bob hadn't been expecting any kind of reply, so he was more than a little surprised when a flash of light momentarily blinded him. The light was only there for a second, and then it was gone, leaving behind... a hedgehog."You called?" The hedgehog asked, amusement evident in its voice."God?!" Bob exclaimed, when he finally managed to find his voice."Hardly," The hedgehog said, self depreciatingly, "Consider me to be half of God, though that term is still rather. The 'father' was a molester. He'd never push beyond casual improper touching, but that was more than enough as far as I was concerned. The 'mother' was his high school sweetheart who was living in denial. She'd never believe he acted inappropriately.I know they're not true representatives of the system, but I really don't want to risk finding other exceptions to the rule.When we got to school, the crowd gathered at the front was daunting. Easily two-thirds of the students had gathered to watch. We got there at about one o’clock in the morning, maybe two. He was surprised when we got there, especially when we got to my tiny basement level room. To him, it was probably dirtier than the bathroom where we just fucked. ‘How could a beautiful girl like you live in a place like this?’ he asked, looking around the place. Used condoms, broken bottles, dusty clothes and used needles were scattered on the cold concrete floor, spider webs and dust were in the corners and near the sink and toilet,.