It was erotic, full of lust and the sex was great, she urged me to send her one back which I did. She loved it, and we then started sending stories to...each other. Each time they got more erotic, or risky, or just downright dirty and pornographic. I think we learned a lot about each other. But we had never met. Not even once. Hell, we never even talked on the phone. I guess, we were just playing with each other’s minds.So here I am, Sitting on the train, listening to my music, I am bound for her. “Carolyn? How did the appointment go?” Her first post-delivery checkup had been scheduled for this day.“Great. Don’t shop for take-out tonight.” Well, how great could a checkup be? It could find problems, but ‘no problems,’ while good news, was hardly grounds for celebration. On the other hand, Carolyn being ready to leave the twins long enough to go to dinner was grounds for celebration.“You’re ready to go out? Are you going to keep the sitter?”“Not quite. Love you.” And she hung up. He’d told. “The expert’s clone modified Earth’s Core to aroused mutations in the residences of New Earth, to improve the successive gene. How old are you? A century old? Two centuries? Three? How much augmentation your generation experienced? Add this to procreation with someone from Ercas Mir and calculate for me Yimin’s potential growth with the aid of the Black Core?”Yurnal was incensed. Zax practically called his son and wife genetically inferior. Even if he did not intend to say so as an insult, it. "Nice legs. Want a lift there sweet cheeks?" Sure." I really didn't anticipate trouble. I had once had a run in with a group of Hell's Angels in the 1950's but they were good sports about my kicking their asses and invited me to join their group."I'm Ivey," the woman who had been speaking said. "That's Jo Beth on the other Hog and Sally May riding bitch with her. Get on." I straddled the rear of the bike and put my arms around her. Pretty solid. She shifted into gear and released the clutch.