”Her: “And distance, as well.”Me: “Fine. But can I ask you one last question?”Her: “Go ahead.”Me: “What are you calculating the veloci...y of, anyway?”A man goes to a costume party wearing nothing but his underwear and a woman on his back.His friends see him and ask “Hey man, what are you supposed to be?”He replies “Oh, I’m dressed as a turtle”His friend responds “A turtle? How are you supposed to be a turtle? And who is that woman on your back?”The man replies “Oh, that’s Michelle” –Thank. That was a long t-shirt and cover her till knees. Now she came to me and said –“Listen we have to do a photo shoot in a few minutes. My assistant is on leave so I told Ibrahim (Boss-who brought me here) to find someone. I saw photos you took of me and you can do it.”I asked –“Your assistant? What does it mean?”She said-“ I am the photographer of Komal Ma’am. She is one of the best supermodels of this city. Today is her photoshoot for a foreign magazine. We will shoot some nude portraits of. There are more than four females for every male aboard. Fortunately, I had my sex drive turned down to about the level I was before I was extracted -- a little lower, actually. Which brings me to a point I want to make: the Confederacy is fundamentally opposed to any mind control techniques, per se. On the other hand, the body can be manipulated endlessly. It might suit you to have the sex drive of an unassigned concubine turned pretty much completely off -- or have it cranked way up. Yes, the. .."I was torn by the sadness in her voice. It was almost like someone had stolen her puppy. "No ... I did ... I did, Jackie. Like ... yeah, it was good and all ... I just don't know if it's okay, alright? I liked it ... I did ... but we did ... incest! No one will understand!" So we don't tell them. Who would we tell, anyway? Like ... I didn't tell Mom and Dad about Ira. So who would even find out? It's our secret, right?"I shrugged, "yeah ... I guess."Jackie's hand slid to my toes, her fingers.