" Naylor muttered to Banks, eyeing Sophia's face uncertainly. Sky blue was one of the Anatorayen flag's colors.Sophia knew she was crying only because...she could feel the tears run down her cheeks, making her skin itch. She might have been pumped full of drugs keeping her physically and emotionally stable, but no drugs could suppress her reaction. The viewscreen on her bed showed no increase in blood pressure or heart rate, but the tears still ran down her face. She didn't even raise a hand to. Lucas followed closely, without even looking at the bottom, and as he fell, he realized that it was very deep, at least a hundred meters deep, with no stairs or rope to go up or down. While falling, Lucas pondered the origin of this place. He had never been there, and apparently it had to do with his mother. Perhaps that was why she had come so often to Huancayo.Lucas didn’t know how far his body had improved with the second set of drugs, but he knew that before taking the drugs he couldn’t. There was probably some truth to both statements. I know we only had borscht on the rare occasions when my father had to go out of town for a "union meeting". I think filling the house with the odors of the red soup was Mama's way of showing her displeasure of Papa's cavorting when he went on his trips. That's the word I got from Peg, years after his death. And it came straight from Eloise Borkus' mouth, so it had to be true.Peg was the model student, always paying attention in class, turning. Clover entered. She got her wish: she told me to pee for her. I did; she drank eagerly from my cunt. I felt her joy. She loved the taste. She thought she was serving me and enjoyed offering her openness. She admired me; she rejoiced in her role as slut.Two people I didn’t recognize came in and suckled from my tits. I guessed that was good: I hadn’t been milked since before dinner. I felt the web grow from their attention. Someone must be working on the boundary somewhere. The rate of damage.