"There hasn't been anyone since you. Since last time. What if it's not the same now?" "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there? And you ne...er know - it might be better." You tilt my chin up and kiss me. Again, I feel your fingers touch my stomach and I lean into you. Your other hand grasps my ass and pulls me hard against you. I feel how aroused you are and I slowly trace your length with a finger, making you gasp. I can feel myself getting warm and moist as your hand reaches down. "I'm scraped up in a lot of places, and I'm probably bruised all over, but everything seems to work."She looked at Dad. "Why in hell didn't you call? I was worried sick." Where was I supposed to find a phone?"She noted what he was doing. "What are you looking for?" I need to get blood out of the car seat."The kids started gathering around. Mary started to bawl. Apparently, someone had given her a ride home. "I didn't want to leave you behind, but you told me to, and I was so scared that they. She looks up and sees her mom rummaging through the boxes on the closet shelf. "What's up mom?" she asks."Well, you need one more thing ... a purse." A purse?" Amanda asks, with a note of morbid curiosity and slight revulsion in her voice."Yes, a purse! You'll come to notice that you'll have few to no pockets anymore. And those few times you DO have pockets, there's not going to be enough room for everything a girl needs." her mom calmly explains as she pulls out a small black suede 'bucket'. The restriction itself was fairly innocuous; the remaining 20 of the 24 shipboard hours would be free. 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..