It wasn’t until my second year in college when I once again heard the old saying once again. My roommate coined the outdated phrase in reference to ... ballgame on TV that we had argued about. I laughed at his adolescent bet, “HA!Yeah sure, Derick. Whatever you say.” A week later we watched the game while downing beers and pretzels. It was a good game and my team won. We turned off the TV and got showers while finishing the last of the beer. We talked about the game and some of the women on. I have a perfect excuse. Everything I've seen and deduced has a clear and reported explanation. It's only in my personal examination of the combination of operations codes and security logs that I spotted the subtle signatures of intentional deception. My intimate knowledge of how I tricked the network at Anqara as a boy provided me a fleeting glimpse of a secret organization of unknown purpose. Its size is also unknown, but it has to be more than a few people. I caught a glimpse of a secret. "I think I'll use it in a story." A story?" I'm a writer," the woman said. "I write porn, not great literature. You just made me wonder what it would be like if kids had sex freely in school. No, go beyond that. They were encouraged to have sex in school." You'd end up with a lot of babies." Mandatory birth control." The social cliques. If I recall right, they're very important." True, but this is porn, you can ignore things like that. After the big game they don't go to a dance, but have an. “Mum really fancies you, you know.”I was so shocked by what she just said I slid right inside before I realised, and before I was able to stop myself, I was balls deep, broken right through her hymen. I saw the pain in her eyes, a single tear ran down her pretty face.“Are you ok honey?”She was breathing hard, but she nodded, “can you hold still for a little please, I feel so stretched, it’s just weird, and it hurts a little.”“Why did you say that, about your mum?”“Because it’s true, she fancies.