"That's the Positive." Dude!" Gerald said, brushing off where he bumped me. "I'm sorry." It's okay," I replied."Are you sure?" he asked worried."Yes, ...'m fine," I said with a fake smile. "Thank you." This sucks!" I said when he walked away."A jock apologizes to you, and it sucks!" Susan exclaimed."They know about the test," I said."Everybody knows about the test, Miguel," Susan said. "One out of five hundred thousand people are Positive! If the Institute doesn't move you, everyone around here. What the spiderish crab creature intended to DO with them was an open question, one His Grace had not seemed to be concerned with. Perhaps they were to be bred for food. As he continued to watch, though, it became clear the travelers were dark green Kikker. Three wagons, fully loaded with tarp covered goods, each pulled by six of the slow Perds. Two male Kikker rode at the front of each."Greetings!" Felek said loudly, raising an arm as they came closer. He brought his group to a stop. The lead. "Get me a cold beer so i can watch you walk Genie." He sat down at the small table by the window. i grabbed two beers from the cooler i had putnext to the bathroom sink. i set the beers down on the table, winked at Mike, then struttedback to the sink for my fingernail kit and bright red polish to match my lips. A couple beers and a bit of in person chat later, i had my nails ready and my mind set onmaking this a fun and kinkier time than Mike ever had before tonight. His hand goingup my leg and. Watching him, Brenda couldn't help but think of Shaggy from Scoobie Doo. Chris's tousled hair, his small beard tuft and his baggy long sleeved shirt created an image that solicited a tender mother's smile from Brenda. She felt her irritation with him dwindling as a mist before the morning Sun. Holding the baggie up to the fading light of day, her son began counting the tan tablets it contained."What's in the bag, Chris?" asked Brenda.Christopher might have many minor flaws to his personality,.