As I hoped aunty opened the door and invited me in. She looked gorgeous in a black semi transparent sari. I wanted to touch her tummy and massage it. ...ut the picture got blurred when I thought about her husband and son. I asked for them. She said they were not in town and would be back the next morning. All kinds of weird thoughts ran in my mind but I kept reminding myself that I shouldn’t get too excited and feel disappointed in the end, probably she was treating me like a son since I was her. . perhaps was being made at that very second. I know now that it was the emotion of seeing something for the first time, and because of the lingering lust in my own loins from our earlier play, but what I felt just then was ... empty. Not empty in an emotional sense ... but empty between my ribs and my pelvis, a place that, in Aunt Prudence’s situation, was full of warm gooey semen.But my womb was empty, and knowing that my daddy’s sperm was inside Aunt Prudence’s womb made me wish mine wasn’t. Finally though, I was attached to the 467th Regiment who specialised in drop landings rather than hitting the ground in landing craft. They had a motto of First in. Last out. Which sounded real cool to me until a call from my Dad informed me they weren’t the first to use it. He remembered that a group on his home-world also used it, though couldn’t remember who they were.Still, I settled in well, started making new friends as I manned the base medical centre with two other Healers and dealt. ”“Sounds like you hit it off well. I am looking forward to meeting her.” Nan I loved working with kids, they were so innocent in their games and the way they interacted with each other. The camp manager had put me in charge of the 4-10 age group. There were two other counselors and they handled the 12-15s and 15-18s. The last group was the smallest with only five teenagers. They spent most of their time either doing water sports or fishing. The middle group was the hardest with lots of.