I felt dizzy right away and could hardly stand up. In my state, I stumbled but Joe caught me and with his arms around me, led me towards the ladder le...ding down below. I tripped down the steps and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Only lying there a few seconds, I felt Joe helping me up to my feet and leading me down the hallway towards the bedroom area. He led me into one of the bedrooms and told me to stand leaning against the bed while he got the bed ready for me. I watched him. We watch a lot less television than we used to.Andrew's Story IAM what I amIt occurred to me that standing behind the entire 'next generation' myth is that mysterious organization the Institute for the Advancement of Mankind. The girls had told me that it helped the twin families as much as it could but was running out of cash. We knew its history, but what is its present?The girls said that once a year they received a mimeographed report that listed statistics such as the number of births in. Later on Mom said to me, "Jonny, go help Ms Hartowski move in. She needs help." "Yes, Mom" I gulped. Mom knew I liked Ms Hartowski. I stumbled over to her house, knocked on her door and she opened it wearing a black blouse and a skirt. "Oh hello my dear Jonathan, thank you for coming to help me. I moved here because I left my abusive husband. He hit me and called me names." I was mad. She was a nice woman. Sweet and nice. I told her that my Mom sent me to help her move in. She smiled her nice. ’ ‘All very cozy,’ she said, testing him, seeing if he would go somewhere with it. She was sure she could feel lust coming off of him, but he was pretty cool, he wasn’t jumping at the bait. ‘Sure, it’s nice to see that everybody is friendly,’ he replied, then went to the door and let himself out quietly. She sat for a few moments before she got up and followed him outside, ‘fuck it,’ she thought, ‘it’s been a long time since I had a decent cock.’ It was very dark, but she was able to follow.