“How would you feel if your mother died because an experimental treatment was suspended for a year?” Jane asked.“I never knew my mother,” Jack...answered.“You’re impossible!”Jack rolled up his right sleeve and held out his forearm showing a tattoo of an eleven digit number.“That is my real identity. It was put on me right after my birth. Somewhere there is a record of who my mother was, but she never saw me, and I was never told anything about her. I do know that she has a similar tattoo on her. Her hands and legs would be restrained with special attachments on the gyno bed.Her hands would be restrained with straps over her head and her legs would be lifted and restrained to the stirrups. And her legs could be positioned in many different ways and would be positioned in the best suitable position for the impregnation. Her eyes would be covered with a blindfold so that she could feel free and her mind was on the impregnation process only and not distracted by anything else.Then she. And Rick'll be wondering, too where I am. "Oh, fuck it! " I don't care. "Let them wonder. "I was tired of the whole mess. I could've just stayed at this log cabin with Curly forever, maybe I will I thought.I made myself some coffee and ran a hot bath. I put on my costume but slipped Curley's flannel shirt over it. Combed my hair. I felt halfway human again. Then I heard a knock at the door! "Who could that be? " I wondered. They were pounding on the door now. "Raven, I know you're in there so. She smiled a little, it was kind of cute. She went to the sink and wiped away the cum with wet paper towels, when she was done there was only one bead of spunk left. She looked around, Michael was still in the stall. She wiped it off with her finger and stuffed it into her mouth. It tasted sweet. She felt dirty, but it wasn't as bad as she thought.She got her top on, collected Michael from his stall and the two of them walked home. She felt confident that THIS TIME, she'd finished the situation.