.. he looked in control. He pulled out his phone in his other hand, unlocking the screen, manipulating it. For a moment, my fear vanished as curiosity...surged through me. What was he doing? Was he texting someone? He finished and stuck his phone in his pocket as we kept following President Carver through the halls.I glanced at the man in charge of our college. He trembled, his shoulders tense. He clenched his hands over and over. He was a tall, balding man wearing a cheap suit. He glanced back. Pond, pay attention. The Doctors voice called her back down to earth. Amy turned around. Sorry, what? I SAID were in medieval England. Back in the feudal times, where you lot had lords and whatnot. Ooh, and the churches! Lets go meet some priests! — (three hours later) And thats how I talked giant eyeball prison wardens to leave earth, taking the deadly Prisoner 0 off of Earth forever. Oh, and dont even get me STARTED on the Weeping Angels. The Doctor nodded in self-satisfaction. The peasant. I made my way down to the subway and of course it was packed. I boarded the A train to 190th street and could tell I was going to be late for dinner with my wife and daughter so I sent my wife a text letting her know I was going to be late. It was around this time that a younger man boarded the train and squeezed himself right between me and the person next to me. He smelled like he was wearing woman's perfume, was a bit shorter than most and from what I could see he was wearing a tight muscle. Meanwhile the doctor explained to Thia that it had been a textbook delivery and that the baby would need some food soon. The doctor's that examined us told me that I was already about 8 days pregnant. That was right about the same time that Thia andI first made love when she changed her sex to a man. All myprecautions were just a few days too late. With a despairing look at my pubescent breasts, the doctor tried to convince us to allow her to send up a breast milk supplement for the.