Whatever attraction I held for Mrs Hotter was not shared by girls my own age. “Oh, there’s no-one quite like you, Mrs Hotter,” I said, which was...a truth, of sorts.“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Mrs Hotter smiled. She came right up close to me, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. But then she was lowering her body. If I’d been forward, Mrs Hotter was being more forward still, unbuckling my belt, undoing the button and zip, pulling my jeans down along with my underpants.With. You were recruited to join the research team and almost passed on it, but the money was impossible to ignore. After a surprisingly arduous application process you were put on a plane, then a helicopter in a blindfold. Upon landing you were ushered to one of many desks inside a large room with three computer monitors left to your own devices. No explanation beyond a note taped to the middle monitor:“Test the limits of the program already running as much as you’d like. Please log your activity on. ?You on the pill?? Margret replied nervously. ?Yes.? Thick replied in a demanding tone of voice. ?Get them.? Margret hurriedly rushed toward the dinning room where she kept her purse and pulled out the packet of birth control pills. She brought them into the front room holding the packet out for Thick. He grabbed the pills out of her hand and slid open the package. The package was brand new, no pills were missing yet. Margret volunteered. ?I started taking them again tomorrow.? Thick. ”“Why?” Mallory caught the cloth and wedged it between her legs.“You asked if we were still friends. You’re going to walk your friend to the ferry,” she said. “I need to get out of here for a while. See my friends, my brother.” She groaned, “Just get the fuck away.”Mallory didn’t need any clarification. She understood everything within Carmen’s frustrated groan.---Mallory and Carmen moseyed side-by-side down the dusty city street. From either side of the road, long orange mesh fences guarded.