I saw him once, when he was not there, standing just outside my vision. In a rage, I tore at my eyes with my own nails to be free of these visions. A ...riest restrained. I could easily have killed him by hand or decree, but I did not. I did not really want to hurt myself. I was in enough pain. I soon saw that I was with child. I grieved anew that I found no joy in it. I felt the child move within me and knew her to be a girl and I felt nothing. I was alone with my visions. When she was born, I. That left one-third of the original class going on into Third Level.There were no more cullings after that, but there was the seIection and then the big decision. Would you become a Skilled Worker, or would you be implanted?About half of the class had no real choice. They were destined to become Skilled Workers. But the other half of the class– the true amount varied from year to year– about half of the class was invited to become implanted.For the chosen ones, after graduation was a one-year. While sitting down to breakfast and playing footsie under the table, Sarah talked to Jack."I want to go out today, for a walk or something. I'm just so full of energy for some reason." she said as she devoured her breakfast. Quickly eating his, Jack got ready. With him wearing shorts and a t-shirt and her wearing a bikini top and shorts, they set off. As they left the cabin, they stopped. Looking at each other, then at the rail, they laughed. The small tube of lubricant sat on the rail, shining. While holding a breast -- gently, at least - in my hand, I bent down to begin applying my tongue. A strange feeling, but not of revulsion, swept through her as she felt its wet presence. Only a few boys had ever even touched her there, and none with his mouth. It felt surprisingly good and, as I switched my tongue back and forth between her nipples, it began to feel better, and she relaxed slightly. It felt better to me too, because I could feel the nipples slowly growing more erect under my.