Something had changed since I went out for a day. I accepted that I could function outside, even if I couldn't remember it, somethings had obviously m...naged to find their way into my brain. Maybe it was more a different way of looking at things. Maybe I had somehow managed to keep the confidence I was building, even without a memory of it.I drew one more conclusion from the 'day one' file, I was definitely no author or English scholar. Even I had to struggle to understand it. Somehow I seemed. July watched as Mark dressed and was disappointed when he put jeans on covering his dick. They sat talking for half a hour before July left. As July walked back down the towpath she saw 16 year old John another gang member he had his hands inside his tracksuit trousers, July went up to him said ” you fucking wanking off” John smiled and replied not yet but I got a hard on” July looked and saw the tent in his trackies smiled and said ” get the fucking thing out” to her surprise John did as she. No doubt a warrior of some sort that had retired the blade in exchange for using his other sword to a more profitable use. The third was quite pale, too so for the tiefling’s taste, but he had a wiry physique and charming, suave look to him that was accentuated by the long, arrow-straight black hair that hung to his waist. The last was perhaps the most striking. He was average in all respects, from the angling of his features to his physique – neither strikingly ‘ripped’ or flabby in any sense. "Good. The rotation pattern of the shoulder joints are another clue. I will give you one hour to collect all you can hold in your hands before you are transshipped to another planet."I squirmed up my face. "Don't tell me you poor bastards have sociologists, too?"He looked as if he'd been beaten with a stick. "Afraid so. Afraid so. My gift will be integrated into your rejuvenation. We can't have you kicking off from a bad heart the first week. Everyone in the project gets healthy before they get.