I was beginning to understand that I might not be in trouble, but still couldn’t comprehend what was happening. “Did you like watching your mother...touch herself just now?” “God, yes mom. You’re so hot, I couldn’t help it.” “It’s okay, honey. It’s perfectly natural to get excited when you see what you saw.” Then she looked away from my cock, and looked me in the eyes again. “Luke, have you ever been with a girl?” “Um, not really, well, no,” I said, a little embarrassed to admit that to. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret smiled at her and asked if she could sit down. Abigail offered her a cup of tea, but the older woman declined. "It's a big jump movin' out," she told her. "Ah promised your ma ah'd keep an eye. So I offered to walk her down. And as luck would have it she called me upstairs to chill off and wait for my next cab. Till this time I had no intentions with her whatsoever. Sneha was 34 years old and I was 23. But Sneha had the body of a 25-year-old. Stiff and tight but her face betrayed her age. Sneha was a gym trainer before she quit and joined marketing. So she was in full shape. But alcohol had made us both horny. We collapsed on her couch. And I had her in my arms holding her from. The psychological impact was not. Scientists of the caliber of those who had been chosen for the Gardener were unused to administrative limitations of any sort on their activities, and immediately got their backs up.Matters quickly grew incrementally worse. At first a few of the scientists took advantage of the invitation to join the 1000–1200 training sessions, but they were soon dissuaded. The sessions consisted primarily of calisthenics and other rote physical training, Igwanda was a stern.