Her father, he wanted the world to see me unmanned and unmade.He knew how I would be broken down, how I would do things to win The Gamesthat no real m...n would ever do.It was quite clever really. If I lost The Games, then his daughter wouldbe rid of me. Off I'd go to a breeder's house and start making babies. IfI won, I'd be degraded, humiliated and so used that his daughter wouldnever have anything to do with me. And really, who could blame her? ThereI was on national TV, strutting around like. Suddenly, our attention was diverted to a familiar figure shaking under the palm tree beneath the thick bushes.It was Anmol, our team leader who had first spotted our village school peon Mendha jerking frantically behind the bushes, unaware of Anmol’s knack of finding out people.At 25 years of age, Anmol with an exceptional vision and years of experience had the acumen of spotting activities from atop the trees.Mendha was a known jerk, infamous for luring girls of our school to have sex with. Note: Why didn't he have to milk Eleanor? Why didn't he feel the need to give milk, himself? Same explanation as the above "Note".About the "I-DNA": That's another of my ideas, and based on the same joke. But it, as yet, is marginal to the idea I plan to explain everything with. Yes, I am working towards an explanation that will wrap everything up. I'm sorry I can't be clearer to some people, but to write, I have to write towards something. Making connections helps inspire me. That means I do. Mmmm, very impressive I think. Then I see that his zipper pull tab is sticking out from the bottom of his fly. Holy hell, I'd luv to just reach inside and check out his package!He looks to me like a friendly sort of guy. He is a big guy, about my height but heavier. He has a muscular build and almost Arnie type biceps. He is clean shaven, balding and has bedroom eyes. He looks hot! There is no-one else in the aisle. As we come close together, I whisper, "Your zipper is down!"He smiles and.