"Your dad and I both think that this will be good for you two." Uh," Annie started, "Exactly what do you mean? I already help you sort the clothes, an... Tommy takes out the trash every day. And we both do dishes together." Yes," Dad said, "And you do a good job of it all too, but we think that you need to start helping with Grandma. It's too much for your mom to do alone, and I'm working all the time, so we need you to step up and pitch in with her care as well." It's not going to be a whole lot. " And what about all the sperm that do not pierce the egg. What happens to them?" They die within a few days." You mean that all of the male's unused essential genetic material is just lost, too?" Yes." Boy," said another voice, "I wonder who was the junior engineer who designed this system." The Joker of the lot."What are the conditions that are 'right' for the male to insert his penis into the vagina?" Well, uh, it requires some... interaction... between the male and the female. Under normal. “Welcome home, Sir Thomas, Lady Grey,” Cook greeted them. Her voice, at least, was still strong.“Thank you,” Thomas answered cordially. “I trust that everything is fine about you and the house?”“The house is fine, Sir Thomas; me, not so much. Mary has to help me with the cooking. Those legs of mine don’t seem to work anymore.”“That is sad to hear. But let us move inside, so you may sit down.”They all entered and Cook sat on a bench in the hallway, giving Thomas an apologetic smile. Her gaze. As I walked over to it, I noticed that my reflection didn't look right. I should have seen Lou Prescott, thirty-two year old ex-jock, six foot two with curly brown hair and a killer smile. Instead, it looked like Sarah's kid sister was wearing my suit, a pretty girl in her early twenties, about five foot five with golden blonde hair running halfway down her back.Sarah joined me as I stared at the image - my image. _I_ was the girl."Pretty, isn't she?" Sarah said. "Even without any make-up.