On the short ride in, she told methat the Center had another transformation candidate. A soldier who hadbeen critically wounded. He apparently had bee... a bit like the old me inthat he had a female alter-ego which he had built for use online. I haveno idea how they find these things out about people, but I planned to beextra careful with my online activities. The director wanted the injuredman to meet me. All of my thoughts of having an in-depth conversationabout our social lives were. “I am afraid that he caught me unaware. I do know this; we are no where ready to take him on. He had a hundred men there that were far stronger than the assistant’s. Though unlike the assistant’s, these felt completely void of conscious thought or emotion. They’re almost the perfect killing machines.”“Damn it! All the work we have done and we’re nowhere near ready!? What the hell else do we need to do!?” Harman asked in shock at the revelations that Alan had just revealed.Alan smirked and. I stuck my tongue out a little to add to the moistness of my lips. I lifted my head, eagerly his cock raced after my lips, bouncing up to attention, now standing fully erect at 8 and a half inches. Dion’s cock was now pointing to the sky, Dion had his legs spread, and his balls sagged between them resting on the stool he was sat on. I went to work on his balls eagerly slurping and sucking on them each at a time. I gathered some of the saliva from his balls onto my left glove-clad hand and began. They survived on love for the first lean years.Jack chuckled to himself at the thought of surviving on love. He couldn't help being a hopeless romantic sometimes, even if it made him sound corny. Jack smiled and went back to reminiscing.Being a father at 23 wasn't all love and sunshine though. The difficulty of a new family and the long hours at the office where he was an entry level peon had eventually wore him down. It had taken some time, but soon Jack had found himself focusing more on his.