She started around that time," he said."I see. I don't understand, but I see what you are saying," I said."Don't you like a big dick. Lisa said you wo...ld," he said."I didn't tell her that," I said."You didn't have to. Now touch it," he said with a sick smile. He moved closer so I could reach his penis without standing. I wrapped my hand around it at the base. "Use both hands," he said. I did as he directed and stroked him with both hands."God you have an amazing penis," I said."It's a dick and. This is simply a facetious representation but it makes my point. They worked to create embryos that were genetically handicapped in free-will, ones that are more susceptible to doing what they are told and not really thinking outside the box. These same people were also created to withstand torture with limited damage and more pain receptors. And they were engineered for beauty, physical perfection. Apparently, I was the lucky embryo that he wanted to test a theory on. He wanted to. I was struggling with words due to the effect of alcohol. All I could tell her was, “It will get better soon”.She kept asking, “How? When my husband is not ready to give me the attention that I need?”.I did not have any answer to that. I simply started looking down without having any to say. Then my colleague said, “I know how much you care for me. That’s all I need from my husband and nothing more”.I assured my colleague that she had all my support as a friend. Hearing this, Debbie came near. "He was an idiot." That got a laugh. "You don't even know me. Maybe he was smart to get away." "Impossible. A goddess like you? Who'd want to leave you?" "It seems like I can't keep anyone," she murmured. "I always have to let them go. Someday I hope someone stays." "One day you'll find the right guy and he won't want to leave." "That's sweet, and I hope you're right." We sat for a while longer and talked. She told me she was an artist, that she wove rugs, tapestries, and other things on.