Best to wait a bit and see what the customers were like first though.“I’m sure they’ll take you on if you volunteer,” he smiled. “Eventually...you’ll need to get pregnant, so if you’re still there in five months time we might order you to carry some high-CAP man’s DNA off Earth.”“Why not just extract the man himself?”“Sometimes we can’t. Not if he’s in the military or if he doesn’t want to volunteer. The brothel is near a big military base. We use it to harvest DNA from high-CAP men we can’t. Unlike ... any girlfriend I've had before." What's she like?" Quiet, gentle, caring; intelligent." You don't say what she looks like..." Because it doesn't matter." You have got it bad, Andy."I smiled again; "I'd say I'd got it good, actually. Had I not better get to work?" Yes ... I've got a new project for you; the files are on your desk. But later, I want to meet this paragon, Andy. And, Andy, if I'd known you were in the market, I might have made a play for you myself." I didn't know. ’ Damien said feeling the excitement building inside him. ‘This is high school all over again’ He thought. ‘Oh…I…I am okay.’ She suddenly felt overwhelmed. She was trying to control herself and not to scream. ‘No, you’re not. What’s wrong, Leigh? Damien didn’t know what was wrong but couldn’t stand the pain in her voice. ‘Wait, I will be there in twenty minutes.’ he said, not waiting for her to answer. ‘Damien…’ Leigh murmured, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall. When Damien got to. Desiree soon disabused me of such rubbish, as she thought of it. In her mind, it was her second most sacred duty to fill my belly, superseded only by a woman's proper service to a man in the bedroom. I suppose that not all Old World traditions die out, even in a modern American female. As liberated as she was in some ways, Des wouldn't let me usurp her rightful place as the household cook.Naturally, her tastes ran strongly in the direction of pasta, olive oil, vegetables, cheese, and Italian.