A Human Vaccine Factory, in Israel’s body.

Based on ‘One In Ten’ by FinalStand, adapted into 17 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"You

Bitches!" Angel hopped up. To clarify my often-used refrain, she took

up her jacket and rolled up her sleeve. She had a nice little cotton

ball secured by medical tape.

They

had taken Angel's blood, she had the anti-bodies which must have been

earned the old fashion way, through injection. Four times on Saturday

straight into her womb. I didn't believe it could be possible but I had

been lowered to the status of an STD.

"I'm not an MD, but how in the hell are anti-bodies getting from him into her bloodstream," Capri intervened.

"We

aren't talking about an anti-body," I blinked. "We are talking about a

virus and since my daughters and Angel and every other woman I've slept

with aren't dead, or even ill,”

"We

need to know where the other doses are," Shelia insisted. Everyone in

this room knew that there was only one disease that differentiated

gender that we hadn't cured long ago.

"Special

Agent Fraklos," I pleaded. She was the closest to a medical

professional we had, or so I believed. I hadn't known how I would get

here when I asked for Dimple's team, Angel, Seneca and Capri to join

this little party, but I knew this moment was coming. Fraklos looked

scared and there were two great reason for being so.

"Oh,

God," Fraklos' Mediterranean features noticeably paled. "Carabolix 37

is a form of the Gender Plague. They genetically altered the plague then

gave it to those men to see what would happen. Oh, God."

"Shelia,"

I turned the lead woman. "I was injected twenty times with Carabolix

37. If Dr. Fremont destroyed her batch, there is no more." She wanted to

know so I told her.

"She could have killed us all," Sosa jumped up. "We need to arrest her immediately."

"On

what evidence?" Dimples replied calmly. It was nice of her to keep this

conversation at a level we could all hear. It implied to me that we

were now useful to her in some way. "She is rich, well-respected and has

scores of pharmaceutical contracts in the Federation and abroad."

"We

have a weird mutation of the Gender Plague, a crazy old ex-cop serial

killer and, Israel Jensen, a man whose sanity is always in question. The

only leverage we do have is an abnormal number of males surviving their

first year," she stated.

"If Israel has some sort of cure," Angel asked, "why did any of his boys die?"
"He

was being raped," Fraklos instantly replied. "His plague still reacts

in most ways as the normal plague, so it was weakened by the stress he

was under."

"Hold on," Seneca spoke up. "You mean Israel is right? Stressing males is killing us off?"

"Please

correct me if I'm wrong, but are we saying that Carabolix 37, the

correct application of Carabolix 37, creates a virus that kills the

Gender Plague in males during their first year of life?" Capri requested

to know.

"We would need to study it, but it looks that way," Fraklos took the leap.

"Where do we put him?" Agent Vabishi murmured.

"Oh,

I have no idea what time it is, but I need to help Ms. O'Hara move into

my place before my date with Ms. Sano at six," I declared as I stood

up.

"You can't possibly believe we will let you just walk out of here," a different agent regarded me with disbelief.

"I

got this one," Capri stood by my side. "When did you learn for a fact

that we were dying out as a species?" she addressed the feds.

"We

were read in this afternoon," Dimples replied. By 'read in' she meant

told about the Big Lie the government was involved in concerning our

collapsing population.

"Where

are you going to put him where he is safer than in the public eye?"

Capri stated. "Any secret installation you put him in is the end of the

line for the rest of us. Right Shelia?"

She was looking at her tablet, unresponsive.

"But he is our best bet to end the curse of the Gender Plague," Fraklos begged.

"We

don't know that," Dimples interrupted Capri. "All we know is that he

can save his own offspring, that's all. We know that if there are any

doses of Carabolix 37 left, Dr. Fremont is hiding them, along with the

research. Can anyone think of a reason we can legally hold Mr. Jensen?

Does anyone believe he hasn't fully cooperated with the National

Security inquiry?"

"Mr.

Jensen, Israel, have you fully cooperated with my investigation?"

Shelia Montanyard asked me. It was a formality. I could lie and they

wouldn't call me on it. They had no real choice. I knew the feeling and I

would be damned if I perpetuated it.

"No. I haven't told you everything," I said calmly. Capri grunted.

"When

Dr. Fremont told me about Carabolix 37 she made me relive that memory

with the Aurora Slasher, at her mercy, down in her basement. Between

that and the beating Magdalena had inflicted on me, it broke me. I'm

never going to get my mind back." I looked at them. They didn't know

what to make of my little confession.

"But,

it showed me the memories of what the Slasher did to me are still

inside and when I can, I'll try to go back to them and figure out each

and every thing she did to me that might have influenced why the

Carabolix didn't kill me. Maybe we can save a few others," I trembled.

"It most likely won't make a difference," Shelia pierced me.

"If

I fight, they win. If I don't fight, they win. All I can do is take the

best course of action that I can live with," I tried to explain. It was

strange to watch them soak in those words. They were winners. Even

among women, they were the ones who always came out on top. They were

also smart and the enormity of the task ahead gave them pause. Except

Dimples.

"I'm satisfied," Shelia announced. "We'll be in touch if we need any more information, Mr. Jensen."

"Thanks,

Shelia," I mumbled. Then my mind flipped. "Shelia, get Ms. Silverhorn

and her team their jobs back. I don't care if you have to send Dimples

down and personally kick some heads in or shove Isobel into a dirigible

heading for the Artic, just do it."

"Any

other suggestions on how I should accomplish that, such as ways that

don't break the law?" Shelia smirked. That was it. We were all in it

now.

"Tell

the Mayor I'm coming back to work tomorrow," I grinned weakly. "Tell

her if she agrees to pardon Francesca, you'll stop me." She nodded.

Words weren't necessary.

(Moving In and Later)

To

keep all those plates spinning in the air, we all had to go back to our

lives. For Capri and me, that meant being unemployed (technically we

were both suspended without pay until a review was performed). For me it

was obvious, I had pulled a 'Prophet of Doom' on the world stage. I was

curious as to Capri's final sin. She made it easy.

"I

told my boss that I prayed to God she was transgender because if she

(her boss) was born a woman, I was seeking out gender-reassignment out

of shame," Capri informed me, "with my outdoor voice and her door open."

Yeah, that would have done it.

"Do

you think she is a tranny?" I inquired. Women occasionally attempted to

outwardly look like men for reasons I couldn't explain.

"Nah," Capri snickered. "She's self-conscious about her narrow hips looking too masculine."

We

were on the metro; I with three large bins stacked one on top of

another in front of me. Capri had two over-stuffed dress bags hanging

from one of the metro handholds. The car wasn't crowded, but

circumstance wouldn't allow us to move if things looked bad.

"You

are that nut from the TV this morning," a strange women pushed my

shoulder. I had learned long ago to avoid women having a bad day. You

couldn't win dealing with one if you were a guy. It was unlikely you

could make her happy in a conventional manner so you sucked up the abuse

and prayed she became bored or had an appointment somewhere else.

Capri didn't know about this behavior, or how female-male interactions worked.

"I

bet your eye-care provider is pleased that you can recognize people

from two meters away," Capri snapped back. The problem was one of

numbers and Capri hadn't developed the awareness to understand that

Grumpy wasn't alone in her dislike of me.

"Step

off, you Cunt," the pissed off women snarled. She pushed Capri who

clipped the crates and fell down. Had I my dowel, access to my

hard-pressed courage and my back to anything other than more women, I

would have shoved back. Instead, I did my best by shielding Capri's body

so hopefully she could rise. I could attest to how painful having high

heels stomp on your hands could be.

The

woman having a bad day lost her fight with her anger. She hauled back

and punched me. Or, she would have, but the blow never fell. I heard an

'ugh' and peeked back at my attacker.

"Have

you donated blood recently?" a spooky calm voice requested of my

attacker. I couldn't see the woman defending me, but she was holding the

fist of my attacker a few centimeters from impact.

I

knew that tone of voice though the speaker appeared a mystery. It was

how the Aurora Slasher sounded whenever she was talking to herself.

Totally ice calm.

"What?" the angry one blurted out.

"You

never know when you might end up in intensive care, so it is always

wise to donate blood under your name, so they have it in your type when

you need it," my defender continued.

"Let

go of her," a new woman chimed in. My defender let go, but at least I

had Capri back on her feet and my hand over her mouth, stifling her

curses.

"I

can't believe they let a vicious, stupid bastard like you talk on the

air," the first woman continued. I struggled for the words.

"I had to do what I thought was right," I responded.

"I

can't believe they let you out of jail," she snapped. "Someone should

correct you." My defender pushed forward so that her back was to me, but

I had caught a look at her face. I felt terrified all over again. It

was my first minder from Isobel's party. The one who talked to me.

"I

need you to state your intentions at this time," my defender spoke

loudly. "I will not let you hurt this man or his companion. If you plan

to do so, you will need to get past me first." There were women behind

us too, but the declaration was clear.

"Who are you?" a fourth woman demanded.

"You are not behaving in a civil manner so I chose not treat you civilly," my defender replied.

"Do you have a clue what is going on?" Capri hissed.

"I

know her as one of Isobel Diaz's guards," I mumbled back. The woman

took a second to quickly turn and face me. Her icy façade evaporated

into a warm, comforting glow.

"It

will be okay, Israel," she winked. "Bravo," and she turned back to face

the mob alone. What the hell was I supposed to make of that? Isobel,

Vanishers, FBI catchphrases, my lunch was trying to make an acidic

comeback. The last bit was anti-climactic. Pre-rush hour commuters don't

like getting into fights with someone who acts like they would gladly

uses your polished skull as a decoration for Halloween.

They

got pissy, they called the cops and nothing happened. Not 'nothing' as

in the cops refused to show up. No, it was 'nothing' as in 'no service

detected' on their phones. Dimples and Company and the G E D were

wondering why they couldn't find the Vanishers, the Vanishers were

jacking their tech.

They

had jobs that allowed them access to critical information. They were

walking around in plain sight. They weren't the Illuminati, they were

next door neighbor Jill. Getting away from them was going to be a whole

lot tougher than I thought, because they weren't hiding. They could

simply walk up and take me with no one being the wiser. Oh, Shit.

She escorted Capri and me off at our metro stop. Before heading off her separate way, the protector introduced herself.

"I'm Zara," she shook Capri's hand. She took me by the elbow and pulled me slightly away.

"I'm

glad you were chosen, Israel," she smiled. "We know what is going on

and we are working hard to make sure you will be fine. Take care."

I

nodded good-bye. What else could I do? My tax dollars, had I ever

actually paid taxes, had turned that woman into a killing machine. I

wouldn't put money on Zara being her real name either. Until a few

minutes earlier, I thought my life was making progress. Now this.

"Man, she really likes you," Capri surprised me.

"What!" I gasped.

"Oh

yeah," Capri watched Zara's retreating form. "I was afraid I would have

to mop up the drool around the corners of her lips. She is definitely

hot for you."

"You are not helping!" I yelled.

"Is there anything else I need to know about this woman?" Capri nudged me.

"Since

I would be really upset having to identify your dismembered body at the

morgue, no, there is nothing you need to know about Zara," I declared.

"You and your curse, God, I'm glad I'm not you," Capri remarked. "Being your friend is tough enough."

We

moved Capri into her tiny room. She jokingly bitched about the size

until she saw mine was no bigger. Capri had been lulled into a false

sense of economic space by her status as a lawyer and the resultant

apartment space Housing Authority had granted her. Since her living

arrangements were courtesy of her job with the Public Defender's Office,

she was days from eviction.

My

position was secure because I was assigned my condo as a gender quota,

not as a city employee. I reminded Capri of this gross unfairness.

"If

I have to massage your testicles so we can make rent, well, let's leave

it with my mom being more disappointed in me than normal," she laughed.

"Tell her you are living with a guy," I suggested. "That has to mean something."

"Good

point. That's something my two perfect older sisters haven't managed to

do," she conceded. "I know what she'll say, where are my grandchildren?

With your poor decision making, I'm sure you picked a dud."

My whole body shook nervously. Capri looked at me with concern.

"I

have an idea," I exhaled. I told her what it was and Capri nearly fell

over, it was so irreverent. She called her mother and related her most

recent tale of woe while her mother looked on in rapt attention.

"I love you, Mom," Capri ended the conversation.

"Keep

in touch, Capri," her mother, Charlotte, murmured. "It was nice to meet

you, Israel." The older woman was clearly floored as the connection

died. See, the entire time Capri and her mother chatted, she was

standing, her top half naked, facing the main screen with her lower body

shielded by my sofa.

I

stood behind Capri, my hands cupping and massaging Capri's breasts and

nipples and masking them from view, this wasn't technically porn.

Capri's flowing russet hair was pulled over her right shoulder so that I

could continuously kiss her from the tip of her shoulder to her

earlobe. Capri wiggled around. All I had on were gym shorts, and she

extended her hand into the small space between us for me to shake.

"Thank

you," she beamed. "We are even. I've waited my whole life to shove any

accomplishment in my mother's face. Everything I've ever done, my older

sisters did better. Every, single, time. Hey, up for doing my sisters?" I

shook the hand.

"We'll have to create something new, in case they compare notes," I insisted.

It

was liberating in a way that was nearly impossible to put into words.

Sex wasn't fun with Capri, it was funny. It was jovial, nonsensical and

teasing with a purpose toward comedy, not foreplay. I could display my

body in a way that didn't leave me feeling vulnerable and afraid. I was a

joke because I wanted to be a joke, not because I knew the world would

see me that way.

We

set up her oldest sister in the bathroom, complete with steamy

condensation. Capri, dressed in frilly peach colored bra and panties was

laying out her story of misfortune to her sister when the older sibling

started lecturing Capri on God knows what. I walked in behind Capri.

She was holding up her phone so that it caught me from jawline to

mid-thigh.

I

had a shirt and slacks on this time, so it wasn't overtly sexual. I

rubbed behind her, giving the impression that bathroom was smaller than

it was.

"Cologne,

Babe," I 'informed' Capri of what I was reaching around her for. The

sister grew silent. I kissed Capri on the top of her head. "Capri, we

have some time," I hinted.

"Again?" Capri muttered in despair. "We just did it."

"I

really need you," I purred. I took her left hand in my left and brought

it to my crotch. Capri made sure to press the outline of my hard-on

several times so that her sibling could see what, in theory, Capri was

about to be 'getting again' real soon.

"Sorry,

Sara (her older sister), I have to go. You know how pouty men become if

they don't get what they want," Capri was very apologetic, and still

massaging my manhood.

"Of

course," Sara agreed. I doubt she had a clue about what made men pouty.

Capri insisted that her 'younger' older sister would handle the next

call. We had everything staged.

It

was a close call, so to speak. I really had to get going to Kuiko's

when the phone rang exhibiting Capri's other sister's number. After

several rings,

"Hello, Israel Jensen," I answered.

"Hello Mr. Jensen, this is Melbane O'Hara. Is Capri O'Hara still there?" she asked.

"Um, she lives here," I appeared uncomfortable. I was on the screen from mid-torso to a few inches over my head.

"Oh, if she's not there, can you please tell me where she is," she requested sweetly.

"She's here, she's just, busy," I gulped.

"It is important," Melbane insisted.

"Okay,"

I sighed and then I looked down. Straight down. "Honey?" There was a

slick, popping sound (Capri slurping on two of her fingers then quickly

withdrawing them from her mouth) followed by the sound of my zipper

going up. My cock had been perfectly safe.

Capri pulled herself up my body, stood to face her sister and wiped up some drool from around her lips.

"Yes, Melbane, what is it?" Capri grumbled.

"What were you doing?" Melbane was aghast.

"Getting an early start on dinner," Capri snapped. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You, what, you have a boyfriend?" Melbane stuttered. "You have a good-looking boyfriend?"

"Yeah, and his cock is

almost eight inches long and 'this' big around," Capri made a circle

with her thumb and finger. She may have exaggerated, a bit.

"But, but why weren't you having intercourse?" Melbane begged to understand.

"Oh no," I interjected. "No vaginal ejaculations from me until she gets a job."

"Ugh,"

Capri sighed. "Until then it is all 'mouth and ass, mouth and ass.’ I

swear, if he wakes me up in the middle of the night going 'let's 69' one

more time, I'll scream."

"My

vagina is sore from all the sex. I didn't know a vagina could get

over-sexed. Melbane, does your vagina ever get too much sex?" Capri

sounded intensely worried.

"I can, check with people," Melbane evaded.

"All I know is my lips are starting to chap and my ass hurts when I sit down," Capri groaned.

"I

shouldn't complain too much," she became all dreamy-eyed. "I mean, it

tastes divine, creamy and rich plus just a bit salty, yummy. I'm sure

you know all about that. Speaking of which, I need a pick-me-up right

now. Talk to you later Melbane, by the way, why did you call?"

"I

wanted to be sure you were being presentable, despite your

difficulties," Melbane recovered. That was bull. She suspected her

sister was lying and this was a call to catch her off-guard.

"I

am presented with a difficulty right now, so I'll call you later once

I'm done," Capri waved off her middle sibling. With that the connection

died.

Capri

proceeded to do a spasmodic happy dance all over my inadequate living

room. This was the morale boost we needed, to conquer a long term foe.

In her case, it was getting one over on her mother and siblings who had

always tried to make her feel insufficient in some way. For me, it was a

fear of flirting. I had sexually teased several women, even if by live

video, and gotten away with it.

We

got away with it because the only sex you had to register was vaginal

ejaculation. That's why I didn't have to let Bethany scan me this

morning and why Capri's family couldn't check up on her by way of my

wristband. Anal and oral sex weren't unknown, just unlikely. You

couldn't repopulate the human race by tantalizing some girl's taste

buds, so only a vaginal deposit qualified you for your 28 day duty.

There

were girls (and guys) who liked anal sex but the rule was 'VBA',

vaginal before anal. There was the added complication that if you were

going to shoot off twice, society wanted you to pick two different

girls, not two different holes on the same girl. The trifecta was being

crushingly selfish.

All

that rolled back to me, Angel and Saturday morning. On one hand, she'd

brought a guy to fruition, four times, and all in the right place.

Still, there was this feeling that somewhere along the line, you know,

maybe after round two, could she have called a friend over to share in

her good fortune?

Roni

was right across the hall and Kuiko would have burrowed through the

ceiling or floor like a gopher to get some. I was sure some of her cop

buddies were jokingly saying 'bitch, we are on speed dial' or something

like that. That I would want to switch up, or that I wouldn't want to,

probably didn't enter their minds.

Thankfully,

Angel cared about me and my feelings so that situation never came up.

Fortunately for me, Capri was funny, Kuiko and Aniqua were patient, Roni

paid attention and Venus and Samantha were coming around. Francesca, if

I was lucky, she'd never see me again. The only thing I'd done for her

was give her the choice between doing what you do to get by versus doing

for the World.

Capri

ushered me out the door for my rendezvous with Kuiko. Because my social

life was as subtle as a mac-truck, there were only eight women in the

hallway between my second story condo and hers on the poolside-first

floor. I found myself involuntarily slowing down as I approached her

door.

'Maybe

she's forgotten our date and gone out with friends,' a voice in my head

said. 'No way,' a second voice replied. 'She's probably a horny little

rabbit ready to pounce on us, stalking on the other side of the door.'

'Idiot, rabbits don't pounce and even if they did pounce, you can't

pounce and stalk at the same time.'

'Israel, you need to stop listening to the, crazier, voices in your head,' a fourth voice suggested.

"That's

damn right," I muttered out loud. I rang Kuiko's bell. The door lock

clicked inside of a second, but the door only opened a few centimeters.

I

opened it slowly. The first thing to assault my senses was the smell of

burning scented candles, nightmares of Bethanies past. As the door

opened further, I realized the room beyond had been dimmed to the 'last

rays of sunset' setting. This was offset by something like a billion

candles alight throughout Kuiko's living room, hallway and kitchen.

Kuiko

had taken Friday off for me and I was willing to wager she'd taken a

half-day today because, well, because she was posing before me, right

hand on her hip, hip tilted to an angle and left hand raised upward and

resting on the wall. Her skin has an oily sheen to it, her hair had been

done up in a neo-classic Japanese style.

I

was willing to bet she'd waxed, ugh, everywhere, her toe and

fingernails were done in a brownish pink color that melded well with her

skin tone. Her make-up was professionally done, right down to the heavy

eyelids and long lashes. I knew all of this because the only thing

Kuiko had on was this tiny red teddy that was effectively transparent.

It

exposed her upper sternum and stomach, being held together by a bright

red bow. Her bottoms were of the same material and theme. There was a

small, red silk flower that covered her vulva but that was all. I

recalled having adolescent wet dreams about girls dressed this way.

Currently I was dealing with my deep psychological problems concerning

girls looking hot, adorable, cute, seductive and pretty, and causing me

intense anguish.

Waging

war with those demons was another adolescent fantasy, you don't abandon

your friends. It was simple, childish and not something I had believed

in for a long time. But Kuiko was my friend and it would crush her if I

fled. She wouldn't hold me accountable; she had good instincts were my

flaws were concerned. That made me want to fight harder.

A chaotic idea rocked through this maelstrom, 'had Kuiko blown her entire life savings for one lousy hour with me?'

"Too much?" Kuiko trembled. She looked to be ready to run away in fear too.

"No!" I espoused. "You are, beautiful, sexy, beyond fantastic," I praised her.

Like

flipping the switch on the Presidential Christmas Tree, Kuiko's whole

body came vibrantly alive. She pushed off the wall, took a quarter step

then paused.

"Hugs?" she pleaded.

"No," I replied. Kuiko was confused. I opened my arms. "Hugs?" It was the reverse of my bylaws.

Kuiko

grinned broadly and nodded repeatedly. I stepped to her and wrapped her

up in a snug embrace. If my cock hadn't been aroused before, having my

small Asian companion vibrating happily against me would have done the

job.

"I like the way you normally smell, but this is nice too," I murmured.

"Oh, I had this stuff lying around," she giggled into my chest.

"Planning to burn down the East Side?" I joked. It was the wrong thing to say.

"Too

much?" Kuiko looked up at me. "I can put them out," she tried to pull

away. "I can put something else on. We can do the whole door-thing

again. I'll put on work clothes, or pajamas, tell me what to wear," she

was panicking.

"Stop!"

I insisted. Kuiko froze. "You are acting so sexy right now. If you keep

it up, we are going to have sex right here, right now, on the floor, I

don't want that." I had confused her again. "If you don't be quiet, I am

going to take you back to your bedroom, tie you up and lick every inch

of your body."

Kuiko

blinked. She had to mentally digest my threat. The problem was the

nature of my threat, it wasn't, threatening. Even if she messed up she

had my promise of being sexed up.

"You swear?" she whispered.

"You talked," I chastised her. "I need to teach you a lesson."

Take

in mind that I had been bound and dominated in my life, very much

against my will and I would never have that level of trust to be that

vulnerable again. I hardly saw me going down that road with another

person with me in the dominant role. As my unpleasant encounter with

Troy Berry's dark desires had taught me, women could cautiously explore

other aspects of their sexuality.

I

could role-play. I kept promising myself that. From the look of tearful

joy in Kuiko, she was totally onboard with my little play acting. I

pushed her backward gently then tried to kick the door shut. The shitty

construction of my housing complex continued to plague me. The door shut

too quickly so it popped back open.

Kuiko

reached around me and shut the door with an expert touch then returned

to her position in front of me with eager expectation. I could do this.

"What

are you so happy about, Ms. Sano?" I barked. She tried to look suitably

afraid but she wasn't going to win an Oscar with that performance.

The

layout of these condos came in two forms and Kuiko and I shared the

same design. I half-turned her around then led or pushed her to the arm

of the sofa before bringing us back face to face.

"Don't

move," I whispered into her ear. Cupping her jaw with both hands I

tilted Kuiko's face up for a kiss. I went back for long seconds and

thirds.

Kuiko

tried to follow me up after that last kiss. I slipped past her, kissed

her neck then the nape of her neck. I nibbled my way down to her little

red bow, kissed it then moved my head over to her right nipple, still

covered by her imaginary teddy.

"Perfect,"

I blew onto the nipple. It was nice and firm, as thick as her pinkie,

but a dark, dark brown with a puffy areola. I kissed the nipple through

the fabric.

"Perfect," I breathed on the left nipple before kissing it. Kuiko began sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she wept. I did the only thing I could think of, I ignored her.

When

my lips reached the top of the belly button, her cries turned to

whimpers. By the time I began rolling her panties down, the air was rich

with her aroma.

I

positioned her ass against the armrest of the sofa, pushing her back as

I did so. With a hand supporting her mid-spine, I pressed her over

until she was reclining on her shoulders and looking up at me. Her tears

had made a mess of her make-up. I finished pulling her panties up and

cavalierly tossed them aside.

I

knew I had kindled a passion in her but I didn't know how fiery she had

become. I took a few tentative licks, parting her labia when Kuiko gave

a hand-muffled howl and hit her orgasm. For several seconds she

thrashed about.

"No, no, no," she repeatedly wept. Once more, I ignored her.

I

started gently licking up all her fluids as if nothing was wrong,

because there wasn't. This was totally natural and I could best express

this to Kuiko by turning her embarrassment into her pleasure. With broad

strokes of my tongue, I gathered up her juice, even the two drops

slowly making their way toward her belly.

"Tasty,"

I grumbled as I made eye contact with Kuiko. "I want more. Are you

going to give me more?" Kuiko nodded once, blinked away some of the

tears then nodded twice more. I gave her stiff button one long lick then

grinned at her wickedly. "Get to it then," I teased. Forcing Kuiko to

give me another orgasm wasn't my goal.

It

was for her to not focus on her misconception of what she was doing

wrong, but to try to do something she thought was right so I could

concentrate on her. At the point of her frustration,

"I love the way your vagina is undulating. I've never felt that before," I related to Kuiko as I teased her labia with my teeth.

"Eek,"

she squealed. She was failing to orgasm. She knew she was failing to

please me, but then she was. Her over-concentration slipped and she let

her organic reactions take over. She was huffing, her legs began

switching and her stomach pulsed. Kuiko hissed from deep within her

abdomen then thrust her hips up against my face rapidly and repeatedly.

I cleaned up her nethers with my tongue, avoiding her clit. When I finished, I met Kuiko's hungry gaze again.

"You

have been holding out on me," I glared suspiciously. Kuiko's eyes

opened fully. I pulled her up by her arms until she was sitting on the

sofa's arm, our bodies close together.

I wedged my hand between her until I had a finger inside a hot wet tunnel.

"You are not letting me put my cock in this poon," I pointed out. Kuiko shook her head.

"Oh, now you are teasing me. Bad Girl!" I growled. "This is my cunt, understand?" She blinked a few times then nodded, a lot.

"You

are being very bad now," I declared. I was still fingering  her hot

womb up front and now I reached around and began squeezing each ass

cheek and running my fingers along her crack. Kuiko was at a loss for a

response. "I need to teach you a lesson." Kuiko's mouth opened then

shut. "I clearly need to teach you more than one lesson, don't I?"

Kuiko nodded timidly.

"You're

thinking one or two lessons, I can tell," I glared angrily. "Bad Girl.

You are trying to trick me. No, I won't be fooled. I know it will take

at least ten lessons, more like twenty. Do you think twenty will be

enough to teach you this is my cunt?"

Kuiko got it. She shook her head in the negative. "No," she whispered.

"You

are right, it will take at least thirty lessons to teach you because

you are such a tricky, sexy, erotic girl, and very, very Bad." Kuiko

lost it. She wrapped her arms around my chest and her legs around my

waist.

"I'm

bad, I'm bad, I'm a bad, bad girl," she giggle and wept simultaneously.

I cupped each ass cheek, lifted her up and began making my way back to

her bedroom. I followed the burning trail of candles to the correct one.

Kuiko had to have disconnected the smoke detectors or we would have

been doused in fire suppressant by now.

I placed Kuiko on her bed. She started to recline, but I stopped her.

"Hey,

I want to unwrap my present now," I insisted. Kuiko reached for her

teddy's bow. "No, I'm not going to be able to enjoy my present with my

clothes on. What are you going to do about that?" Kuiko's face exploded

in a smile.

She

stood up and started lifting my t-shirt over my head. Inspirationally,

she kissed each of my nipples but otherwise left my bruised flesh alone.

My shirt was gone, so she knelt before me. My slacks came down and my cock popped

out. Despite all my clothing absolutes, I was going without underwear

for the first time in three years. Kuiko meant that much to me.

She kissed my tip after being mesmerized by my cockhead. A kiss to the base of my head followed.

"No,

you don't," I commanded. The role-reversal was dizzying. "I want my

present and I want my cunt, right now." Kuiko went from worried (her

nightmare cock sucking experiences) to elated.

I pulled her into a standing position, gave her a deep French kiss then took a step back. Reflexively, Kuiko grabbed my cock,

trying to keep me in place. I ignored her. Instead, I slowly reached

for a bow, making a production of the whole act and drawing Kuiko's gaze

in. I was symbolically applauding her choice of clothing.

The ribbon gave way and I gently brushed her teddy aside.

"Ah,

there you are," I moaned as each nipple came into unobstructed view. I

knelt between her legs which she opened wider to accommodate me. I

started by pressing the very tip of my tongue against the tip of her

left nipple, pushing it in.

The

lips closing around the engorged teat came next, playing around with

the tissue while Kuiko moaned. I finally engulfed the nipple and areola

before upping my suction. She was squirming all over the place,

whimpering and hiccupping. When I sucked in as much as the breast as I

could, Kuiko slipped her control and wrapped up my head in her arms.

I

worked my face over the right breast and played around a little longer,

but I wanted to continue so I eventually reached up and blindly pinched

her nose.

"Oops," Kuiko mumbled.

"My cunt," I reminded her. "Clearly thirty lessons won't be enough. Do we have to go for thirty-five?"

Kuiko looked ecstatic.

"You

know, if we end up at 52 lessons, Angel will get suspicious," I

related. She tried desperately to look guilty, sorry, or apologetic, but

was failing. I pushed her back to the bed, angled toward the pillows

then crawled on top of her.

I

didn't rush straight to penetration. She was warmed up and ready to go,

but she deserved every bit of romance I could yank free from my

madness. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Her hips were moving against

me and she was giving those deep "ahs' of contentment. I had her so

deeply invested in our coitus that my scepre penetrated her and was over

an inch inside of her when she noticed.

"Sex," she exulted excitedly.

"You are talking," I chastised her. "That's thirty-six."

"Sex, sex, sex," she giggled.

"You are impossible, funny, and wonderful, Kuiko Sano," I laughed.

"Sex, sex, sex," she snickered back at me.

"I

am going to have to really work on my punishment-reward system," I

faux-groaned. I felt really proud of my little victory with Kuiko. It

had come from a special place in my soul, my capacity to give happiness

to another. That was a power I could embrace.

Before

the first full stroke, Kuiko's sexual anxiety was vanquished. It was

the sensual embrace of what the body experienced during the act of sex.

She could feel my presence deeply sliding up her walls. Her feet

dragging up my thighs felt the hair on my legs, her lips tasted my

breath, my mouthwash and her own lipstick that she'd transferred to me,

and her nose could scent our mingled sweat, candles, body oils and my

body soap.

Our

aroma and fluids were going to soak her sheets, her sheets, in her

room, with her rolling around with a man having long, languid

intercourse. She could, would and had performed and performed

wondrously. My noises, my body movements all assured her she was

pleasing me too. When I had my entirety inside of her and our pelvises

rested together, Kuiko sighed erotically.

Conversation

failed us. Kuiko was obviously horny and I'd been fighting a hard-on

since I walked through the door. Inside five minutes I was bucking

against her desperately.

"I'm,

I'm cumming," I warned her through clenched teeth. Kuiko responded by

grabbing my head with both hands and kissing the hell out of me.

Even

as I exploded into Kuiko, she kept our embrace. She was still keeping

hold of me even as she screamed into her own orgasm. It felt great. It

was sharing, me with her and her with me. As we both struggled for

breath, I tried to roll off her to the side.

"Don't go," Kuiko begged.

"I'm not leaving," I assured her.

"No, I want you to stay on top of me, for a little while longer," she pleaded.

"Oh,

that's thirty-seven," I snickered. She put her hands on my lower back.

She would have grabbed my ass if she could have reached, no doubt.

Had

she wrapped me up with her legs, that would have freaked me out a

little, but the hands were playful enough to not set me off.

"Not letting you go," Kuiko announced triumphantly.

"Be careful, Angel has a taser and a gun," I cautioned.

"Ouch,"

Kuiko pouted. She was getting what she wanted, me to stay on top of

her, and I was willing to let her play this out. "Maybe I need to

rethink this."

"You are so cute when you furrow your brow in concentration," I teased.

"Are you really going to, come back?" Kuiko hesitated.

"No,

no you don't," I grumbled. Kuiko was now looking for the angle. "I get

thirty-seven dates and you can't stop me," I insisted. I bumped my

pelvic hump against her. "Whose cunt?"

 Kuiko teared-up and turned her head to the side. "Your cunt," she whispered.

I wiggled my hips around and my cock responded to the stimulation by rebounding to action.

"That

didn't sound very convincing," I accused her. I moved in very slowly

with very short strokes as my sceptre grew harder. "Not very convincing

at all." I built up our tempo. Kuiko turned back to look at me. "I want

to hear you scream it," I teased. Kuiko released her passion and came at

me with renewed aggression.

We

whispered each other's names, spoke then and finally began screaming

them. We had yelled each other hoarse by the time Kuiko came again. Her

grip on me was exhausted and weak but I felt she wanted me to continue

until I planted more of my seed into her. This time there was no

stopping me from rolling over.

I couldn't have supported my weight above her and we were both drenched in sweat. Still panting, she looked to me.

"Thirty-seven?" she mumbled. I nodded. "I'll make out my will."

She smiled happily. "Okay, when I can get out of bed, I'll make out my will." She began giggling.

"What?" I snickered too. She was contagious.

"A week ago," she guffawed, "I was a law-abiding citizen. Now I want to go kick some cop ass."

"I saw Angel get in a fight today. Trust me, you don't want to do that," I panted. "Kuiko, thank you."

"What for?" she huffed.

"For

the great sex, of course," I studied her. "I had a wonderful time. You

made me feel appreciated and human." Kuiko's eyes grew large then the

tears began.

"I'm sorry, you're welcome. I wish I wasn't crying," she gulped. "Why am I crying?"

"I'm

the one who should be crying," I wrapped her up in my arms, side to

side, facing one another. "I'm the one who wants to have sex with you

again, but we don't have the time tonight." Kuiko looked down and sure

enough, my shaft was twitching to life. The hug became a stifling full-body hug. I fought down the panic. The alarm went off. Huh?

"Oh," Kuiko groaned. "I set the alarm. You have five minutes to get to your home."

"Five?"

I asked. She nodded. I pushed Kuiko on her back and began ravishing her

left nipple. Within seconds, her legs were moving languorously as she

became more aroused. At the three minute mark, I finally broke contact.

"You are being so mean to me," I groaned.

"Huh?" Kuiko mumbled through her sexual haze.

"These

nipples. To make it up to me, the next ten times we are in private or

semi-private surroundings, you are going to give me free access to these

delicious nipples," I demanded.

"Oh," she gave a fatigued smile. "I must be really bad."

"You are the worst," I agreed. "Luscious, graceful, delectable, heavenly, lovely and savory all at the same time."

"A

man has never described me that way with any of those words, much less

all of them," she sighed. "It feels better because I know you are

honest."

I slipped over Kuiko, sat on the edge and began putting my clothes on.

"Israel, I, I, I am grateful," Kuiko murmured.

"You don't need to be grateful," I touched her hand. "Men and women, this is how we are supposed to be."

"You really think so?" she inquired softly.

"I

would like to think that is how we are supposed to be," I admitted.

"There is a ton of misery out there. There should be some love too." I

finished getting dressed. I handed her phone to her, then held out my

wristband. She fumbled with her app and scanned, with a grin so large.

"I have to go. Do you, ah, want to see me out?"

"Nah,

I'm good. I'm just going to lie here and stare at the ceiling a bit,"

she sighed. I gave her a final, tender kiss then headed. "I love you,"

she whispered. I wish I hadn't heard that. I hoped she meant it to be

unheard. I walked to the living room and into Aniqua on the couch.

"Ah, hi?" I muttered.

"Hey, Israel," she grinned.

"Been here long?" I asked.

"About half an hour," her eyes blazed. Oh God, she'd been audio witness to a whole hell of a lot.

"Well, I got to go," I excused myself and fled out the door.

"Bye,"

Aniqua got in her parting shot. I made it back to my place with notice,

but once inside the conversation stopped. Samantha and Venus were

lounging on the floor. Capri was in the kitchen; I suspected preparing

us dinner.

Samantha and Venus were eating some Chinese takeout, but Venus popped up and sped my way.

"Can

I have a hug?" she smiled with eyes of fire. I choked back my fear and

nodded. She wasn't gentle, like Kuiko. This was a tight body press, full

of sensual desire and lust. It took me a second to reciprocate.

I

put pressure on her lower back and petted her hair because that was

what she enjoyed during Sunday's massage. We parted after ten long (for

me) seconds.

"You fucked the shit out of her, didn't you?" Venus sniffed me like a true predator.

"I need to take a shower," I evaded.

"Before you work out?" Venus taunted me. "Oh, is 'Red' really your lawyer, and your roommate?"

"Maybe

not, and yes, she's my roommate and she's unemployed, like me, and

needed a place before she gets tossed out of her domicile," I explained.

"Are they going to kick you out too?" Samantha became concerned.

"No," Capri called out from the kitchen. "He has a cock, he stays."

"If you need a job," Venus kept looking at me like a cat treat, "you can come to work with me."

"What would I do?" I sighed. I suspected I already knew the answer.

"Oh, the girls and I will think of something," Venus teased.

"Venus,

getting a job solely on the fact that I have a cock, kind of

short-circuits my whole reason for rebelling," I reminded her.

"Well, you can't blame a girl for trying," she scratched under my chin before returning to her spot.

'Yes,

Venus, I can,' I thought. I wasn't going to have that argument.

Instead, bowing to the dermal detriment of taking a shower at that

moment and again when I got back from the gym, I retreated to my room,

changed into gym clothes and took a breather sitting on my bed.

"Dinner," Capri shouted.

I

came out to face fish sticks, carrots & peas, and half a baked

potato with bacon and cheese. It made it more difficult to eat,

concentrate on eating and digesting, but I joined Capri on the sofa and

dug in. Capri wasn't the problem, Venus and Samantha looked like they

wanted to cover me in cheese then lick me clean.

"Israel,"

Capri mumbled through a mouthful of fish sticks, "when you get back

from the gym, can I suck you off again?" I nearly died, first from

fright then from hilarity.

"Wha, how come she gets to give you a blowjob?" Venus exploded. Samantha was clearly of the same mind.

"Yeah", I looked at Capri after I swallowed. "Why do you get to?"

"I

haven't had sexual contact with you in the past four hours," Capri kept

eating away, lying and looking forward at Venus and Samantha, not at

me. "That has to count for something."

"Wait!" Samantha rose to her knees. "I haven't touched you yet either."

"Oh, God, don't tell me a hug counts," Venus groaned. Capri gulped down her food, grinned evilly then turned to me.

"Damn Israel, clearly intelligence is not a deciding factor on who you plan to breed with," Capri chortled.

"Capri, that's cold," I tried not to smile, unsuccessfully.

"Listen you," Venus stood up in a fury, "don't fuck with us like that," she addressed Capri.

"Huh?" Samantha was playing catch-up. "It was a joke?"

"Yes, Samantha, that was a joke. I'm not going to go wading in your little breeding pool," Capri pledged. "I'm his lawyer."

"You

say that now," Venus menaced, "But the first time you catch him in the

shower, that legal principle will go flying straight out the window."

"Hold

on," I stood up. "I am not a chew toy. I will sleep with who I chose,

when I chose, unless they turn me down." That absurdity cooled things

off.

After

that, we were able to move on to more pleasant subjects. Samantha was a

house painter and Venus installed home appliances including home gyms.

She was able to go to some nice houses while Samantha worked on a few

interesting pre-Plague buildings. I thought we were integrating nicely

when Capri smacked me in the back of the head.

"What the hell?" I cringed away from her. Me, women and violence were a bad mix.

"What did I tell you?" Capri growled at me. I kept trying to back through the arm of the sofa and run for my room.

"Ah,” I mumbled.

"Have ‘less impressive sex’!" she yelled at me.

"Woman,

what are you babbling about?" Venus rose. She had realized the

unexpected attack was causing me to collapse inward. "Stop hitting him."

"Kuiko finally posted her review of your boy Israel," Capri growled at me.

It

took Capri backing off and some deep breathing by me to push my

perceptions to re-encompass reality. Samantha and Venus were already

ratcheted to their phones, looking up Kuiko's comments on my sexual

performance.

"Israel, I apologize for my aggressiveness," Capri whispered. "I thought we had an agreement."

"No," I gasped back, "we did not have an agreement, how bad is it?" Capri showed me her screen.

The

start of Kuiko's review: "I have been lying in bed for the last half

hour because the series of orgasms that rocked my body left me unable to

move. Oh; my; god. After spending one hour with Israel Jensen I know

that if I die now, all my wishes will have been fulfilled."

I

cried. I literally broke down in tears and sobbed. Kuiko had inscribed

over 700 words that elevated our one hour encounter to near legendary

status. I didn't understand. We had some foreplay and a bit of sex, that

was all. I slapped some mental jigsaw pieces together and rallied to

make sense of this disaster.

Kuiko

was passionate, romantic and unrestrained in her impulses. She probably

thought this was praise, an erotic 'thank you' for something she

valued. She didn't mean kick me in my psychic testes. My eyes were

crossed and I was whimpering on the inside, but she'd meant it as a

tribute. I was putting my bio-systems under control when the bell rang.

It was Kuiko and Aniqua.

I snatched Capri's arm before she vaulted off the sofa.

"Don't

go after Kuiko over this," I pleaded. Capri spun on me, her countenance

twisted up and then she let the anger fade from her face.

"I, okay Israel. Deal with it your way," Capri sat back down.

The door opened right after the second ring. Aniqua appeared happy to see me. Kuiko was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"We thought you might want company at the gym," Aniqua said.

"Hug!" Kuiko begged.

"Why

don't we step inside for a moment first," I suggested. I had to put

events in perspective. Angel was going to pummel Kuiko, no doubt. Capri

wouldn't be able to keep her disgust with her in check. There would be

confusion and jealousy. Pieces were falling apart. I had to fix things. I

shut the door once the two ladies stepped inside. Think, think, think.

"Nice one," Venus teased Kuiko.

"Kuiko,

we are in a semi-private setting," I told my Asian friend. It took her a

second then she got really excited. She had on a black sports bra which

she quickly rolled up.

"What the,” Venus muttered.

"You

were bad," I teased Kuiko. She nodded vigorously. I reached down, put

my hands on her ass shorts and pulled her up and against the wall by the

door. When her right breast was at the correct height, I began giving

the nipple feather-light kisses. Each touch of my lips was a tiny bit

stronger and lasted a little bit longer.

Kuiko wove her legs around my hips, her heels digging into my ass and her hands on my shoulder to help support her weight.

"Your cunt, your cunt, your cunt," she breathed into my ear. It took me a second.

"You

are talking again," I enounced in a loud voice. "You realize this

nipple punishment doesn't count then, don't you? Bad, very bad girl."

She

clamped a hand over her mouth. Kuiko really needed to take some acting

lessons if we were going to play out this shared fantasy among friends.

"What the fuck!" Venus yelped. "Punishment, that's punishment? When the hell did this happen and why is he telling her what to do?"

Angel,

Capri and Kuiko kinda, sorta understood my issues. Venus was in the

vast majority that didn't. She liked me. She certainly liked my reviews,

but she was mentally invested in this society. She was in my domicile

so she was going to get sex. I invited her in so intercourse was a

given; if not right now, soon.

Women

were hunters and men were their reward. It was the way things worked in

her mind and in the mind of millions of women all over the country. We

were free, Venus wasn't an abuser, but once we invited a women into our

presence, we surrendered all other control. I had directed Debra in what

to do, but the choice of what to do had always been hers. My

performance was an absolute must.

Me

bringing Kuiko to task was the opposite of that. I was clearly

dominating her both socially and physically and I was stacking eroticism

into the mix. To pile on the bizarre, I was 'taking' sexual favors from

a female. My punishment was a joke, but Kuiko was still having to

submit to a male and appease me with her body.

More

and more of Kuiko's breast disappeared into my mouth. I was noisily

smacking my lips, suckling and making the most enjoyable noises that

spilled forth from my heart. I let Kuiko grind against me until her

muffled cries of pleasure became clearly audible then stopped. She slid

back down my body until she was able to put her feet on the ground.

Kuiko clutched me a few seconds longer, breathing heavily against my chest.

"I

hope you've learned your lesson," I scolded Kuiko. "Next time it will

be both nipples and I'll take my damn time, so don't say I didn't warn

you." Kuiko looked up, smiled and nodded.

"God, I want to be bad," Samantha whimpered. I gingerly rolled Kuiko's bra back into place.

Going

to the gym was a relief from the tension back at my place. I mentally

debated how hard I should argue with Kuiko and Aniqua to let me return

home alone, but my nerves were frayed and my energy was dwindling.

Walking through the door enlightened me to all kinds of things. The heat

told me my condo was over-occupied, the chatter dying down informed me

that the TV was on and a heated conversation was going on, and, as the

old refrain went, I wanted to run away, but where would I go?

Angel

and Seneca where there, it wasn't past midnight, oh, they'd been called

into work early, so they had been let off early, got it. Venus and

Samantha had brought chairs up from their condos so they wouldn't have

to sit on my floor anymore, or their floors. Seneca had my comfy chair,

Angel and Capri held the couch, Roni was on the floor leaning against

the sofa, so Aniqua and Kuiko would have to fend for themselves.

At

least the far corner of the room where I normally hid out was

uncluttered. Eight days ago I walked into this place. It felt like a

shoddy prison, but I was alone inside. Now? What had gone so wrong with

my life that I had to walk over people to get to my God damn corner of

floor space?

The

icing on the cake was that no one seemed happy. Correction, Kuiko and

Aniqua were happy, but I had little hope of them remaining that way. The

greetings poured in. I found myself edging along the back wall so I

could make a break for the kitchen. After I got a cold drink of water I

could, crawl under the sink or something.

"Israel, they are talking about you on TV," Angel rasped bitterly. "They are making you out to be some kind of crackpot."

"Honey, Angel, I am some kind of crackpot. I simply happen to be a crackpot that's right," I assuaged her anger.

"Are you going to nipple-lick Kuiko again?" Venus glared at me.

"What?" Angel spewed her juice.

"Ugh," I grunted. I did not want to have that discussion at that moment.

"It is not what you think," Capri tried to intervene. "He was punishing her, for her review."

"What?" now Angel glared at me.

"Ugh," I repeated. I didn't want to do this.

"I was a bad girl," Kuiko chirped.

"Damn it!" Angel stood and started coming at me.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned quietly. Angel took a few steps then hovered just out of reach.

"Ah, Israel, you are free to do whatever you want," Angel searched for some calm.

"And

you are free to stop me," I answered. The anger didn't leave Angel, but

it started receding into the background of our affection.

"I don't understand any of you," Venus threw up her hands. "When do I get a crack at him?"

"When he feels you've earned it," Roni answered first.

"When is that going to be?" Venus was petulant.

"Soon," I promised. "First I need a shower, then heal up a bit and then you and I need to discuss some issues."

"Like what?" Venus was still angry, but now she had renewed hope.

"Fatherhood

for starters," I replied. That stopped most of the women. Of course we

would have sex and the logical conclusion to plentiful sex was

offspring. That I would be hanging around for the whole child-rearing

experience wasn't something that had occurred to them.

I

got my ice water, took my shower and then pulled out my parka and

thermal underwear. Sure, it was over 85 degrees in my living room, but

this was the only armor I had. Defeated by the knowledge that passing

out from heat stroke wouldn't solve anything, I put on some pajamas and

returned to the gathering.

The

unsettled atmosphere of the room jumped on me as I tried to take my

seat. Capri and Angel wanted me to sit between them. That wasn't

happening. My mental construct was the Wicker Man and those two ladies

were on fire. Besides that, I had almost forgotten I was a celebrity, in

the same vein as Louis David Riel and Guy Fawkes.

Every

talking head from coast to coast agreed that I was in dire need of

medication. That didn't surprise me. What did was the horoscope

projections that the male population was as low as 7%. I didn't believe

it was that bad yet. The debate wasn't about what to do, but how to do

it. The male-friendly side said we should 'encourage' men to frolic more

and take more aphrodisiacs.

If

the males failed to play along, or failed to play along in enough

numbers (which really meant 'unless we all played along'), then they

should forcefully dose us. The conservatives demanded the men start

being dosed now. After being dosed, men wouldn't care that their rights

were being trampled, we would be too busy humping the umbrella stand.

Only

a talk show out of Mexico City had a shred of reality attached to it.

You had your 'Save Society Now' proponent, a 'be nice to guys until we

have to crack them over the head' spokeswoman and lastly a neurologist

from Texas, all teleconferenced, of course. After watching the first two

rant for a while and letting the male mediator smile banally while his

future was being sliced and diced, the doctor spoke up.

"Do

any of you know what you are talking about?" she asked sternly. "Don't

answer because it is clear you don't. What do you think happens to the

brain when you bombard it with neurochemicals? I'll tell you, it doesn't

solve the root problem, it masks it. If your male is depressed, pumping

his brain up until he smiles doesn't make his depression go away."

"Now

your man is both depressed and overly happy. The physical side effects

of these drugs are also very bad. Ulcers, liver damage, kidney damage,

heart murmurs and the list goes on and on. They have headaches, hair

loss, irritable bowel syndrome and weight loss or gain," she added.

"Men are being dosed all the time and society doesn't see that happening," the conservative countered.

"One,

you are wrong, it happens all the time in my practice," the doctor

stated. "Besides, we aren't talking about men with some sort of

malfunction. We are talking about making drug addicts out of perfectly

normal, well-adjusted males. If a drug is used on 50,000 men and ten

percent have an adverse reaction, you've lost the performance of five

thousand guys."

"You

pump drugs into all 8 million of our men and you are looking at 8

hundred thousand," the doctor emphasized. "Are you okay with losing the

contribution of that many men? If so, then I agree with Mr. Jensen. I'm

getting out while I still can."

"It won't be that bad," the man-friendly woman insisted.

"You

want to take two to three years figuring out who's right?" the doctor

countered. It wasn't lost on me that there was this pretty man there

while the catfight flew around him, and he was sitting there like a

ventriloquist dummy and smiling. Maybe he was high as a kite. Maybe he

just wanted to keep his job. I couldn't tell.

Oh

yeah, it seems that nation-wide over fifteen thousand wooden curtain

dowels were purchased today and countless rolls of surgical tape.

Tomorrow's metro rides were going to be ugly. My brethren were going to

get overwhelmed, beaten and jailed. I couldn't decide how I felt about

that. I didn't want anyone to get hurt, man or woman, but my fellows

knew the odds.

We

had faced them our entire lives. We couldn't win. We probably wouldn't

make an impression. Yet, what else was left for us to do? Even when they

knew it was madness, they were driving us to the slaughter pens. It was

a pointless gesture on our parts, but it was our choice to make for

once in our lives. The women wouldn't understand. I doubted my brethren

could even articulate their defiance, but there it was.

There

was one more hammer-blow before the night was officially over. I

received a message and link from Eloise Granger. She asked me to look it

over and contact her when I felt ready to make a statement, which was

odd. The link was to a video in Chinese with subtitles.

There

were five Chinese men, kneeling in a dark room on a dirt floor. The

first one was staring off into space, that thousand yard stare of a

person who'd lived through too much pain. There was a woman (?), face

masked, bent over behind him, his body shielding most of her. She rested

her left hand on his shoulder. He gave his name, his family and recited

the fact that he was there voluntarily. Two lines to represent an

entire life.

"I

will have the final word," he said with fatalistic pride. He nodded

briefly and the person behind him lunged forward. The man's mouth opened

in shock and pain. His body trembled. He made another desperate gasp

for life and blood spat from his lips. He fell over dead; eyes open.

The

second man was staring at the camera. He began trembling and in a

rather pathetic gesture, he reached out his hand to the thigh of the man

beside him. That man touched his companion's hand but kept looking

forward. The second man gave his own, short tale.

"I will have the final word," he too declared then he was stabbed from behind and died.

One

by one, the remaining men gave their stories until three more corpses

spilled their blood out on the floor. The camera man finally turned the

old fashion camcorder on himself. He was young, 18, maybe 19 at the

oldest. He was crying but looked happy, even relieved. He gave a broader

story. He had convinced the other men to be here. He had hired the

assassin to send them onto whatever awaited them. It was all his fault,

his doing.

The

video recorded the woman coming up behind him very quietly. She rested a

hand on his shoulder the same way she had done with all the others. He

reached up and caressed that gloved hand for a moment then nodded. As

efficient as ever, she killed him with one thrust.

It wasn't over.

The

woman check to make sure the young man was dead, picked up the recorder

and turned it on herself. With her free hand she removed her mask.

She

said she was the young man's older sister. She was a police officer in

the regional intelligence unit. She had discovered her brother's plan

easily.

I confronted him today.

He

showed me that message from North America. He wanted to go before all

avenues were closed. Worse, I knew the truth of the matter. I forged the

papers that allowed me to gain custody of these men, no one helped me. I

had to promise my brother that I would get away with this before he put

the plan in motion. He wanted me to be safe more than he wanted to

escape.

I

lied to him. I am good at lying; the government trained me to be. So I

tricked him, helped him gather his friends and brought them all to this

place. There is no way I can escape. Not after what I've done. Not after

I've used my unit's access codes to send this, my brother's only

accomplishment we allowed him in this life, out to the world so that he

may yet save others.

They

will know it is me," she smiled, "so I will take my little brother's

words of advice and I, too, shall have the final word."

She

pulled out her police issue sidearm, put it at the crux of her jaw and

throat, then pulled the trigger. The camcorder dropped, her body flipped

back and then she was still for a moment.

She

had been kneeling, so that when she fell back dead, her forelegs were

pinned under her. Her right foot kicking slightly was sort of a shock.

"Oh my God," I gasped. I felt like weeping.

"That, that kicking, it happens occasionally," Angel whispered in disbelief. That was not what I was referring to.

To be continued

By FinalStand for Literotica