“All the most interesting people are. Don’t you think?”Risi gave a little nod and raised her glass. “Yes. To deviants.”“To deviants,” ag...eed Kiki, raising her glass. It became a general toast.Cat knew they were joking, but she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. She’d heard that word used as an insult far more often than as a toast.“Wait. Who’s a deviant?” asked Arwen from down the table.“I put a lot of my work on the website Deviant Art,” said Cat.“I love that site,” said Arwen. She and Cat. For a second there was nothing, just a watery vibration; dispelling all shape and resolution. Then it was there again — The Face.John had seen it several times before. The face peering back at him was that of a child also, much the same age that he was now. It had blond hair, which seemed to shimmer when the light caught it, almost angelic.John fancies that it looked rather like the choristers he often saw at Mass on Sundays, in their robes and surplice.That was the image that came to his. And call it an innocent mix-up. Meanwhile, we'd be looking for common factors or differences, and finding none. So, go out and find me some sperm to analyse. Beans and peas, both. Glory awaits, madam!"Hilary blurred into action, as usual. I sauntered down the corridor, taking my time. My work would start later, once they'd found me something to analyse.Suddenly, Jackie stood in front of me."You! You tricked me!" Not me, girl. I was out of there, just like you saw." But you came back!", she. I drifted my thoughts to Zoe, what she had said. She had forbidden me from having sex with Kylie. That ship had already sailed, but I had a feeling of unease as I remembered her command. This whole experience seemed familiar, my arms above my head, a beautiful girl riding me to climax. I knew I’d felt something like this before, I just couldn’t remember. When could I have possibly recalled a time when a girl was having sex with me when this was my first time... “Of course” I thought. Last year.