‘No longer do we have leaders who attempt to drag us back to the Dark Century. People want to progress, and we’ve given them the means to determin... who is capable of it. There’s no aristocracy when anyone, regardless of genetics, religion, or modification status, is capable of joining it. These types of arguments come from regressives, individuals who simply aren’t in line with the course of the future and who feel the need to try to derail the train rather than let it continue to a destination. ”“Wha appen? Where mm wife?”“Someone made a call to 911. The police found your front door open and you passed out on the couch with a needle sticking out of your arm. You’re probably lucky they found you or you might not have woken up.”“Wha? I ave to geh ome. M’ wife...”“The police will try to contact her. There was no one else at your house when they got there. So, what happened to your face?”“Poleece? I need to tok to dem.” My jaw ached. I felt one of my teeth wiggle when I pressed my tongue. “Wow, you were nice and horny, weren’t you?” I asked Lisa as I took her in my arms and held her for a bit.“Still am. I know that I was a bit ... distant now and then toward the end of our affair, especially when I abruptly stopped it. I’m sorry. I just ... felt guilty, cheating on my boyfriend, very conflicted, very torn between my love for him, Roderick, the father of my children, and my ... growing passion for you. It wasn’t that I lacked feeling for you. Quite the opposite. It was that my. ” Emma was pleased and agreed. “I live at home but my parents are out of town so I’ve been living off peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” she complained. She pouted and glanced at Jack sideways. Emma leisurely flipped through the menu, asking Jack what was good since she’d never eaten here before. She ended up choosing fish and chips while Jack ordered a BLT panini. They had not, however, ordered drinks yet, which of course was the main part of the deal. “Can I get a mimosa?” asked Emma.