They'd been able to determine that the Steve Millers of the new world were the 'best' at building a unified family, and that several other men had bee... almost as successful. They'd also found that, on average, 75 percent of the women in a household had 'bonded' with their male sufficiently well to get pregnant, either by him or by proxy. They'd even gotten an estimate that, of the remaining quarter of the female population, 90 percent would be able to find a 'match' among one of the other males. But was this peace enough for me? Wasn’t there something more I could do to secure a future for lions and hyenas?Retreating from my close encounter with death, I felt a long-forgotten pulse beating within my pussy and breasts. For three years I have been celibate and the possibility of my own death awakened the longing within me. I wanted to feel that desire, the passion of being alive again. I wanted to make love, to feel a throbbing cock inside me, my tongue on a wet pussy and my mouth. "You're sitting," I quickly pointed out."Look," said Spangler sternly, "you know this table is not for you." Just because this is a high school doesn't mean we have to act like the students," I retorted. The cliques were the worst part of high school. "We can get along and be civil with each other." Why do you want to eat in here now?" whined Barlow."Why can't we be friends?" I asked in response and prepared to sit."John!" said Spangler coarsely, rising from his chair."What?" I said annoyed. I. My parents meant what they said though. We'd go to church with you if you wanted to go. They wouldn't want you to forgo something important to you and they wouldn't want you to go alone." No, I really don't need or want to go. Now, are you going to spend the night with me?" Are you kidding? My mother would have a fit if she knew I was in here now. What'd you think her reaction would be if we came out of here together in the morning? You're a guest, she wouldn't say anything to you, but I would.