It felt like she had, in a sense,stolen them, and that tickled her bandit nature. The idea thatstolen sweets were the most sweet occurred to her. It...was good, thedelight to gained from them. It was like she was a robber countingher precious loot with no one watching.A moment later, a curious hand -- as if it had a mind of its own --slid down to that... place between her legs. She began strokingwhat Gilana had so many times encouraged Myron to stroke. He hadwondered why the girl had liked. Mage Zola had now formed her Emergence Office and had her small staff checking into possible candidates for emergence. Rowenna had suggested the girl children of the gulag ladies where they could be found as a good starting point even though most of them would be in their fifties or indeed sixties by now. The question of male candidates was also proving tricky and Zola’s team were checking out a few orphanages for young men with no ties and a reasonable moral outlook ... basically they were. She adored the ones where the female was being dominated and wearing fetish clothing. Her right hand had wandered down onto her lap and was easing her skirt up and her hand soon reached her panties. She was amazed how damp they were. The started slowly rubbing a finger up and down her slit through her panties and loved the feelings she was giving herself. As she watched one of her favourite ones where the female is wearing a black latex hood and sucks a guy off until he cums all over the hood. He took these and disappeared into the bathroom, whileDorothy waited; surveying the general disorder and confusion, and musingabout ways of making him change these disgusting habits; which she foundso offensive to her own neat and orderly nature.She listened; attempting to identify the many sounds associated with therunning of water, and cleaning of teeth; until he returned; now wearingthe green pyjamas and carrying a small bundle of clothing. He droppedthe clothes on top of the heap as he.