" It didn't take me a moment to realise that someone had, I hadn't seen anything as bad since Tricia trashed the bedroom during our practice burglary....It looked a similarly messy job, done to impress. Well I was impressed. What was worse Tricia wasn't there.Something told me that calling the police wasn't a great idea but even so I was pretty wary about looking around. It didn't take too long to work out what had happened. You didn't need a degree in forensic science to work it out.It looked. We all remember the Fox Flu in 2031: Every male on the planet caught it, and every male on the planet survived! Of course, the bitch of it all was that it left 94% of us sterile! Sure, we could still get 'em up, still fuck the cunts, and still shoot our hot, creamy wads wherever we wanted, women having been stripped of all rights (including the right to reject male desires). Problem was, most of us were shooting liquid blanks. It wasn't surprising that women of c***d-bearing age began. I'd faced twelve batters, walking one and giving up a double in the fifth. No runs, one hit. Not at all bad. Not bad at all!Bill Bowman met me in the dugout after I'd been pulled before the start of the seventh inning. "You looked good out there," he said. "Good pitch selection, too. I like your catcher." I like him too," I said. "He knows what he's doing." You do what he tells you. Let him call all the pitches, for now. But pay attention, Freddie. Try to think with him. Think about why he. I switched back into full control of myself at that point, andalthough the disgust returned, it was not accompanied by any reductionin my desires. I fell asleep with images of my new body-to-be dancingin my head.The next day at work, I found it extremely difficult to focus. Everytime I had even a second with nothing to occupy my mind, thoughts of mycoming changes consumed me, while memories of my utter depravation thenight before haunted me. Nathan avoided all eye contact, probably outof.