Yet she felt her as a slaughter pig. She fondled with herself, oh, all this warm lovely meats. It was incomprehensible to her that it must be cut up b... the butcher. She closed her eyes and let her hands glide over her breasts. She shook her head; she knew that her breasts would be cut off as a delicacy. She had even tasted girl breasts, it was wonderful. But why her, why must her breasts not produce milk for babies?She knew that the answer was overpopulation of Earth and food shortages. Tina. The spare is under all of the MREs.”Georgia moved to where she could watch Oscar and see the approach to the car from the distant rocks. Sitting down, she said, “That’ll just provide me with more entertainment.”“Thanks,” Oscar said pulling out three bottles of water. He tossed one to Georgia when he got her attention. He put one in the crook of his arm and opened the other. He took a long drink from it, finishing nearly a third of it.Georgia followed suit, but watched the approach of a young. Instead she rushed out as if her scrubs were on fire.I didn't have to push the button again because she returned in seconds with two more nurses tagging along behind. They seemed to gawk at me for a moment, before anyone spoke. "How do you feel?" the oldest one asked.I could only croak like a frog, "Water." I know your mouth is dry honey, but your stomach has a tube in it. I can't give you water." She took a washcloth from the stand by my bed. She took it to the sink and wet it. She returned to. They immediately became belligerent.“We are here to replace those other sorry excuses for Dragon’s children. We will take charge of your business and run it according to our terms and principles,” their leader told us. Again, they were young men of about 24 to 28 years old.“We are not interested in any more employees at this time,” I told them, before adding, “You most certainly will not be the ones running our business.”“You will allow us to take it over, or we will sabotage your business by.