And none of them seemed to be going soft – if anything they all seemed to be getting harder by the second. I looked into her eyes and knew … KNEW...… that she had felt the same fire. “Oh god Dawn ...” I half breathed, have moaned out, “I, umm, I think I know why thinking of the guys doesn’t do anything for us ...”Dawn was staring at me when ‘the moment’ came for me. Suddenly she wasn’t just pretty; she was beautiful. She wasn’t just playful; her body begged to be played WITH. She wasn’t just. I was eighteen and several years past our mating age ... as my father constantly reminded me.I had missed the first part of the construction to finish my advance degree exam project. I collected my float and then signed for the weapons I had to check in with the ship purser. I pulled the float and carried the weapons out of the starport. From one moment to the next it went from cold to freezing.The wet feeling was gone as if there was no humidity. I stopped to take a breath before I smiled,. Not only could I feel the iron, but I could actually hear the scorching along with the sickening sweet smell, and the odor of it was mine, now I knew what the sickening sweet smell was from. The men released my shuddering bottom and I again began to choke and sob. Mistress M was complimented on her excellent work one of the few times these big black naked men actually spoke to her. I gathered from this comment that I had been well marked. The men then left me and I continued to be on my knees. "I think so," I whispered, not sure what else to say. I felt so wrong anduncomfortable. Then I turned to Doctor Grissom, "Can you fix me...?" Ipleaded with him. "Is there any way to put me back to normal?"Doctor Grissom stared at me for a moment, finally showing the first lookof sympathy that I'd seen from him today. "I'm afraid not," he told me."There's no cure for the Twist. It's all genetic." There must be something we can do," dad insisted, giving me a strangelook.Doctor Grissom shook his.