I wanted it to be about Stoney and Jo, working class. Not about Johanna Solheim, trust fund baby."He looked almost hurt. "Johanna Solheim, angel from ...eaven. Johanna Solheim, Norwegian-Irish forest nymph. Johanna Solheim, siren. Johanna Solheim, horrible punster and brilliant musician." Johanna Solheim JACKSON, wife of engineer warrior poet. That's what I wanted it to be, Stoney. About us. And the conversations..." In which you played me like a fish..." he said, eyes stern."I wanted us to be. Our captain, Jeffrey Brown, is African-American and he was one of the stars of Brockton Community High School’s swim team for years and years. The guy knows his stuff. In the water he’s like a torpedo. I’m proud to be his teammate. Jeffrey Brown is definitely someone I admire. We became best pals. Like me, he majored in criminal justice. I want to become a law enforcement official. It’s sort of the family business. My father, Joseph Baatil is one of the few Black sergeants in the vastness of. You did a good job."After the door clicked shut Charles looked at Izumi. She reclined casually against the back wall of the office."Do you think duplicates can..." Izumi frowned. "Duplicate themselves?"Charles shook his head. "If that were the case I think we'd be awash in a sea of them by now." He scratched at the stubble on his chin. "And if we had the original she would have created a copy and freed herself the moment we left her alone."Izumi raised an eyebrow. "So, we have two. Peelinghis foreskin back confidently, Jenny leaned across hisseat and sipped a drop of moisture from the tip of hisglans. Her tongue snaked out and laved around his cock-head. He put his hand on the back of her neck, feelingher breasts pressing into his thigh. Then her lips open-ed, and he felt himself engulfed in warmth and softnessas she lowered her mouth onto him as far as she couldgo, opening wide to accomodate the girth of his strain-ing erection.There was a moment of stillness before her.