Kim came in with the laundry basket, her hair fluffed, and she looked positively radiant. ‘This is not a man’s robe. Is there a woman of the hous...?’ she asked. ‘Oh… no… that got left behind long ago. Nope, no woman of the house, just me.’ Kim smiled. The robe was bright white terry cloth, and I had forgotten how short it was. Her legs looked fantastic. ‘Are you comfortable in that? I can get you a bigger one if you want.’ ‘No, this is fine,’ she said with another twinkle in her eye. ‘I’ll get. Just stand there and answer polite as you're asked, no braggin'. An' say sir. I guess we'll have the farm hands, mechanics and laborers after the boys and see what's left. I know some of you came fresh out of the prisons and poor houses, but we don't have to tell these Marylanders that. Most'll know. It's not like the old days when ships full of convicts arrived hereabouts. Just answer polite and say 'sir' now and again. Tug a forelock if ye've got one." What happens if there's more of us than. More numerous than all the rest, possibly the leftover bits of primordial stew which are still brewing the froth.Certainly part of why new species evolve, a sudden changeling in the nest, Honey, how could you have mated with a dragon when none have existed until now? Not to mention random hybridization which create new differences and new possibilities.Life, the God-word doesn’t mind genetic manipulation, all life strives to live. The viruses shuffle the cards frequently anyway, and what works. An hourglass shaped body, supple C-cup breasts, and a full, round ass - though Jessica always gets embarrassed when you compliment her on her looks and quickly changes the subject, much to your disappointment. You often wish that she'd dress to suit her body figure - to show off a little. Though you get jealous at the thought of people eyeing up your wife, you also feel proud.You work tirelessly in what seems to be a dead-end job, Monday to Friday, 9am through to whenever you finish the pile of.