I commed Carl and told him you would be bringing him some sugar and instructions for diluting it. I have enough for everyone until our meeting.”It h...d only been a minute or so, but Sereine’s hands had almost stopped trembling. The lines were still in her face, but some color seemed to be coming back into her skin tone.I returned to the kitchen and evaluated my sugar supply. I decided to hold out enough for personal needs, and send the rest to Carl. That meant we would have to return to Earth. "Go on, buddy!" He said, grinning. "Ya don't wanna let it get cold, do ya?!" No," Mason replied. "I don't!"He reached out a lifted the bowl with both hands, and he raised it up and looked closely at the swirling, slightly irredescent, pearly-colored, sperm (truly looking a lot like thousands of melted pearls), and then he put the rim of the bowl to his lips, and immediately tilted it upwards, opening his mouth as he did, and all that warm, fresh sperm slowly slid into his mouth; and he began to. "OH SHIT!" she yelled, jumping off of Dave and attempting to cover up."Katherine Elizabeth Thompson, you will get dressed and get your ass downstairs RIGHT NOW!!" With that, he turned and left the room."Oh, we have had it," Dave said after he had left."You can say that again," Kate agreed. "Get dressed, honey. And when we get down the stairs, you just keep going out the door." You sure? I'll stay and take my share of it, if that will help." No, Sir David, gallant as that may be, it will not. “I work in the accounts department for a large firm. Not the most exciting job in the world but it suits me. It’s that large industrial bakery on the edge of town. You’ve probably smelt it on the road out to London.”“I know where you mean. Don’t you get fed up with that sweet sickly smell?”“Our office is separate from the main factory and is air-conditioned, so we don’t really get it. Unless we go outside.” I realised I was babbling like an idiot.“You live here on your own?”“I recently split.