Cynthia sipped her second sprite flavored with mint. “To begin with, I was a natural baby, not a government baby. My father was wealthy and we lived...in the best gated neighborhood in the city.”So the rumors were true thought Brenda.“My father was as giving as possible for a male. He was the CEO of a well-regarded private school for boys that taught them females of all ages were for their enjoyment. So while I was well cared for, my father practiced what he taught.” She paused and looked at the. Right, Debby?Debby: (Pouting) Yeah!Bill: Let me guess, he’s hung like a horse, right.Bob: You really are a nitwit. You can’t say that on the radio.Bill: Hey! They didn’t beep me! Salesmen are weasels. And saleswomen are weaselettes. Probably dress like you, Debby, in order to make the sale. (I wish!)Bill: Bob, be polite to the naked lady. You have to be subtle. Like, Debby, when you and what’s his name... Debby: Dave. (My middle name)Bob: When you and Dave are playing hide the salami, are we. A tiny ripple of sexual excitement added a new emotional arousal of the sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened loins. Determined, she attacked the wine bottle this time, carrying a cool goblet of white wine into the bathroom with her. Then she stripped naked.In the bathroom she wound her long blonde hair into a knot, and started to draw water as she sipped at her wine, the alcohol beginning to effectively warm her. Her sultry blue eyes glancing at her white. If it was a break-in, why had it happened after the attack on the lab had finished? More worryingly, noises from the roof just before I flew away might give them time to get vision gear pointed up toward the noise, catching me in flight.I preferred to leave the bastards with mysteries, because then they would chase around after all sorts of theories, wasting their time, resources and patience, and hopefully get nowhere. Leaving them specific details of my escape to think about, such as break-in.