Bethany and Leah had the same plump lips. “Here you are, Lola,” Bethany said, giving me a cheery smile as she handed me a paper plate with a piece...of chocolate, strawberry cake on it. “Mmm, I think Danielle's mom out did herself on baking this.”“Yes!” Danielle moaned. She was the most outgoing of us. Her mother, Dona, was similarly bubbly. Danielle and I had the same hair color, a darker shade of blonde than our futa-mom. She took another big bike, flecks of cake smeared on her lips.A cutie. Heather, I know you don't need this from me now." It's all right," Heather said, but Diane wondered just how perfunctory it was given the lack of emotion save for the low level of desire not directed at her. "I'm sorry if this has been hard for you."Diane wanted to rail that it wouldn't be if Heather were more open to the Harbingers helping her, but that boat had sailed the moment she drank the potion. Now it was up to her alone. She tried not to worry that, of all who had consumed the potion,. He had learned how to mastubate and his mother featured in all those fantasies.Unfortunately the reality was different. His best de***********ion of his mother was “aloof”. Not quite an ice maiden but truly not an earth mother. His mother’s greeting was perfunctory and he was banished to his room within minutes of arriving home. His mother had a social engagement. She didn’t say a gangling uncoordinated teenager didn’t fit into her calendar of events. She didn’t need to explain to Jack. She. Oxy pulled her leg in as she hit the release for the maintenance door and pulled the manual kill switch. I heard the hiss as the robot shut down and hovered in place. I ran in and hooked up my handheld to hack the memory and got a digital copy of the minefield layout. I put the robot on permanent standby and hoped nobody realized that it had been powered down. Being on standby would show up on the monitors as solar cells recharging.Ten yards to our left was the start of a path that zig-zagged.