”Mum handed me over to Dad for another hug, which was yet another first. Dad simply did not hug other males. Until now. “I’m proud of you too, s...n,” he said.Then it was Terri’s turn. I tried to ignore the sensations of Terri’s fit, young body pressing against me; her warmth, her smell, the intriguing distribution of hardness and softness across her burgeoning curves, but it was one-sided fight and I could feel my cock rising to salute her.Then Terri sniffed loudly. “You smell funny,” she. The new Asian bois reacted in a similar fashion to white bois, acceptingtheir fate. Although, there were a few outbreaks of civil unrest inChina. Latinos did not fare so well. Latino culture is based quite alot on machismo, or masculinity. For those Latinos who were affected,and thus became bois, only about fifteen percent survived. Most committedsuicide, though some were killed by their families. Still others died inthe Mexico City riots. Those who did survive went into hiding and. The doctor and nurse walked in and Mr. Savage was with them. He smiled at me. "I think we can all agree we don't need this." He walked over to me and gently removed the gown. I stood there naked. Now the doctor and nurse both smiled. The doctor nodded at Mr. Savage and smiled at me. "Yes George, you're right of course. We're all friends here. We don't need to be so formal. I am Dr. Leslie and this is Nurse Hanna. Nurse, please be so kind as to get her ready for us will you." The nurse walked. He had hit a brick wall in his research of the DNA-altering virus. He had been working on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn't see any way to reverse the process without a great deal of danger to the subject. Nearly every day, Paul would journey to his lab to see if any progress had been made. Paul could never quite hide his disappointment when Michael told him he hadn't made the breakthrough that day.As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses. He turned as Michael.