Suddenly, there was a massive tug on my line. The fish had taken my bait. My drag started singing as the line speed from my spool. I looked into the w...ter and noticed that the mighty fish was actually pulling the canoe against the waves.My biggest concern was that the fish would get to the end of my spool and the line would then snap. After the initial run, the fish paused, and I was able to tighten my drag. Then the fish was off again. The fish turned and I furiously began to reel the line. Playing one of the games was Jack.'What's he doing here?' I asked myself. Shouldn't he have been in school? Jail? He must have been bailed out of jail, and he could've been skipping school, if he was even enrolled in one. He had already been expelled from the old one."Steph, are you alright? You're shaking," Mr. Taylor said, setting me down on a nearby bench. I had to force myself to pry my gaze from Jack."C-Can we just get out of here," I pleaded, inexplicably terrified. I was afraid of Jack. Inari dug through it for a moment, moving aside the various packages of blood that lay within, until she found what she needed.Pulling two large sealed packs of orange-colored blood, Inari went to work, closing the small door with a nudge. Connecting them to a large tube, she placed the bags on a hanging hook that protruded from the bulkhead, just above the bed. Turning back to where the cupboard was, Inari rummaged around the junk she had dumped on the counter beneath it several minutes. Now women can still specify what race they want their Stud to be, but hardly anybody does. Nobody cares anymore. That’s another unexpected result of the Male Plague.(Another thing you may find interesting: my immunity to the Male Plague isn’t usually transferred to the boys I sire. But they’re telling me that when these boys mature, there’s a higher ratio of them being fertile than there was ten years ago, so maybe my job won’t be there a few hundred years from now. But let’s get back to the.