He said, "Nurse, what's the holdup in getting these two ladies into proper 'treatment?' One of them needs immediate surgery to prevent a tragedy" They...are both pregnant. They need pre-natal care not surgery."The head of security pulled out a tape recorder and flipped it on. "I will say again. This young lady needs immediate surgery to prevent a tragedy not the least of which will be her death when a monster bursts through her from the inside. Just a few days ago, she wasn't at all pregnant.. He said ” your hands are so fair skinned. I hope other parts are also fair”I asked him what do you mean by other parts. He said , I mean your breasts left and right, they appear to be round and soft from outside, only your husband knows how they are, I want to see your thighs also, how much smooth and fair they must be”.I felt like giving him tight slaps. I hold his collar and said “don’t you speak like that with me, I am your owner’s wife, you village insect born in drain. He smiled ” you are. Once it even got fully naked and went a few meters, but couldn't force itself to cross a small empty street. Therefore, it gave up and got clothed again.Needless to say, Cunt Jen was very annoyed with itself and its inability to live out its fantasies. The failure festered in its brain, until it finally found a way. If it was too weak to succeed, it would have to maneuver itself into a position where it couldn't get out of the experiment.The big day was a Tuesday. Cunt Jen selected it because. After graduating from Harvard at twenty with a degree in political science, she went into politics and quickly climbed the ladder. She shattered John F. Kennedy's record for youngest president, having taken office at thirty-six. Yet, despite all, even she couldn't stop a major crisis from engulfing her country. Five months after Dean was sworn into office, a major domestic terrorist group known as MASK sent troops from all over the world to the US. Dean mobilized the military and declared war.