She couldn't ask for more. Except one thing. "I don't know why," she explained, "but I can't get pregnant. We've been to specialists. There's nothing ...rong with either of us. It doesn't make sense. He's a great guy." She frowned, pouting sadly, and sighed. "He is so busy, he works so hard. Four, sometimes even five days a week. His only pleasure is golf. And bridge. He's up at the crack of dawn almost every day and off to the Valley." The Valley Country Club was the most prestigious one around. If the vat grows it, we can eat it." Pity," Qi said with bravado as he scanned the menu on the cooking unit. "Pork rinds ... pork rinds ... there's no damned pork rinds in this pre-programmed menu. Who the fuck ate this rabbit food?" The unit can be revamped later; we are expected in the mess," Lia said. "You are the fresh meat for the Family and everyone wants to meet the man who actually snagged Quiyo." A snack?" Qi said, not turning around. "A little greaseball of joy to hold me over?"As he. That was when I went to lunch, Lindsay following me along with Maria, and even Kat Summers and Amber Dumont stared at me across the cafeteria. I noticed also that David Schuyler, Trevor Barker, and Addy Swearingen all looked at me like I was a juicy beefsteak one minute, then like I was a Great White Shark the next. They were far from alone. I could sense ... emotions. Not thoughts. Just feelings. Fear. Lust. Hate. Love. Envy. Jealousy. Pride, even. Curiosity. Abject terror and awe as well. I. ...so was I. When the lab was over, my note about the location where we would fuck was already written. As I walked by Andrew, I gave it to him with a wink and kept on walking. The note said, "Cellar Theatre, Fine Arts Building, 7:00pm." It was now 6:30. Rob and I had picked the theatre in the basement of the Fine Arts Building on campus since we figured it would be open, but unused. I'll admit, getting there was a challenge with the butt-plug and it's constant tugging. I arrived first. The.