I saw you looking." I'm Roger," the boy said.Bambi half turned his head and their eyes locked. He considered he could be drawn into Roger's dark limpi... eyes the way heroines did in romantic novels. He could tell he was older than himself. He was taller, broader, but the smoothness of his face said he was probably no more than thirteen.They looked at each other for a moment and exchanged a sort of wordless ping-pong before Roger said, "You and the others. You're boys."A little laugh. "Yes." He. Bates. Some method that would not have us simply thrown out on our ear. Virginia was a woman and not a wealthy one, so trying to pass her off as the head of our party would run into significant issues. I was a half-orc, and not a wealthy one, and while I had some technological aptitude, it was nothing next to the genius who had almost single handed ushered in an entirely new era of progress. I stroked my mustache while ‘Magnus’ read through a newspaper that some former visitor to the Wellington. As she lay there on her back she saw the glass plate opening again. She knew she had lost the battle. The crane came down and grabbed her around her waist. It then started to move back up. Her arms and legs were hanging powerless. She was taken up and got transported through a long pitch black tunnel.The crane stopped in a very big room. There were lots of stange looking chairs. Behind them was a big metal robot like thing. It had things that looked like arms around it. The crane dropped her in. ” Joshua said, his eyes darting down to buttocks. He swallowed again. “Come out of the shower now.”Claire turned back to face him and gracelessly opened the glass shower door - exiting and taking a few steps away and then stopping. Her eyes were blank and slightly glazed - her lips parted and hanging slackly open.“Claire...” Joshua began but then trailed off. He was staring down at his daughter’s chest - at her stupidly large breasts. Maybe they would start to sag when she got older, but right.