"Truly beautiful," Mark muttered as Marsha's bare bottom was put on display, but whether he was telling her or telling himself was unclear.Marsha step...ed out of the trousers and removed her undone blouse and then turned to face Mark, who had scrambled out of his trousers and underpants. They kissed again as Mark's erection pressed against Marsha's body before Marsha led the way into the bedroom. There was more kissing before the naked and aroused couple got onto the bed.Mark mounted Marsha and. They wanted to pray with the new wife from time to time and this assistance would make them most welcome.Each day, when Manu’s wife was about to pray with one of the men on the list, Manu and his helpers would go to that man’s house and ask for prayers with his wife. The women were generally delighted with the opportunity. When their husband returned home they would often still be in bed, worn out and leaking prayer juice. When the names of the visitors were given, the husband got the. If I could sigh I would now.Our colony's ancestors were genetically altered, when triggered, to kill. Our targets were to be muties whose codes were implanted in our genetic memories and any one else certain humans would order us to kill. Those humans were not genetically altered so their progeny do not have the command power. The triggers are still in force but we don't know who has them. So now, the only humans at risk from us are those muties whose codes we carry. The genetic codes implanted. He smiled at her as he walked past, unusual for New York at any time, but especially late at night on a deserted street. She was prepared with a number of retorts for whatever come-on he might say to her, but he just nodded at her as he walked past and continued down the street. She almost let him go, too, but he was perfect. He was also the first young lone guy to walk past in the hours that she had been waiting. She fondled her gun and followed him. She caught up with him after a few steps.