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Switch World: Paradise 1 "You're going to get wet," he stated with a small smile. His breasts pushing themselves into the swimsuit he wore; the water still dripping off the one-piece bathing suit. "Why? Afraid of something?" Jennifer smirked with her normal confidence as her hand pushed his chin upwards slightly, drawing him into a kiss. The two figures stood together at the edge of the building; a pool behind them. Robert stood with his back against the wall, his long black hair contrasting his pale skin. The swimsuit that now clung to his form was a light red color that almost became a pink. It felt rather odd to be looking up at someone sometimes. Robert found out early in his life that he happened to be extremely tall for a male. At 5'8 he looked down at most of his male friends; even a few females were shorter. Jennifer hadn't really cared about that, her glasses low on her nose. She had a rather strange intelligence to her handsome face. Jennifer stood a good half foot above him. Her sandy brown hair cut short, cropped around her ears so that she could keep her glasses on easier. She pulled Robert closer to her body, feeling the breasts of her boyfriend against her own. Robert blushed. He felt rather embarrassed sometimes whenever they got this close. His breasts were just slightly larger than the minimum for a male to have. And Jennifer seemed to oddly enough have what some might consider a rather large bust for a female. He'd always felt self conscious about that. Robert loved being this close once he got past his own feelings of inadequacy. He could feel himself shift slightly, feeling a wetness down below that he knew didn't come from the pool water. The kiss lingered between the two. Robert slowly closing his eyes as Jennifer's hand wandered to his back. "AHEM!!" a voice stated a few feet away from them. Both turned their heads to meet the voice. To their side stood the principal, her hair starting to gray and her face set into firm lines. "I would ask that you please not do that sort of thing on my school grounds. Ms. Sundry, just because you are a member of the male swim team doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. And Mr. Rendeer, you are going to a prestigious university, but that does not mean you can just stand here making out with your boyfriend. Now please get dressed. 18 and already think their adults," she slowly started to walk away, the tie flapping on her shirt as she left. Robert giggled as he put his hand through his hair. Jennifer didn't seem as pleased about the turn of events. She stood up straight, helping him stand up as she'd been supporting him earlier. "So I suppose you'll change then," she said as Robert rolled his eyes. "I do not take THAT long. The story that us men take forever to get ready is just a vicious rumor." "You're right. A man doesn't take three years to get dressed, just three days," Jennifer chided back with another smirk. "I'll be out in a minute," Robert stated with a small kiss to her cheek as he went into the boy's locker room. A long sigh went past Robert's lips as he walked into the empty space. Most boys didn't care to actually take up swimming. After all there were better ways to keep your stomach flat. Most girls tried to get buff by lifting weights, or taking sports that made them tough. Swimming proved to be a rather unpopular pastime, but Robert enjoyed the freedom of the water. He enjoyed the way he could feel totally weightless as he floated down the lane. The fact that it also kept his stomach flat, and made his body firm proved an added bonus. He peeled his swimsuit from his body, his breasts bouncing slightly as he did so, the little droplets of pool water sliding along the smooth skin. Underneath the suit his skin seemed even paler; soft and without blemish. Even with these bonuses, Robert had a rather hard time finding someone to date before he met Jennifer. Most girls found a tall boy to be rather intimidating; even if he did seem docile. The addition of those bright green eyes, and the intelligence they held behind them seemed to have clinched his bad luck. Sometimes it seemed that all women wanted was a complete air-head for a wife. Robert was as docile and gentle a boy as possible, but he definitely wasn't an air-head. He shook his head as he stuffed his swimsuit in the locker. The locker room smelled as if it had been recently cleaned, so Robert made sure to move carefully so he wouldn't slip as he headed towards the shower. The warm water felt wonderful against his skin, getting rid of that chlorine smell. His eyes closed slowly as he let his muscles relax; the tall form of his body becoming masked in the steam. "Got caught by the principal again?" he heard a voice from behind as he saw a shorter boy walk up, turning on the shower. This boy's skin was tanner, his hair curly blonde and while Robert would be considered very pretty, this boy could be considered gorgeous. "Teasing me again Davie?" The boy's lip pouted. "Do you have to call me by that horrible nickname? I am a grown man now, not coddled by my mother. I want to be cuddled with someone instead," His light brown eyes sparkled slightly as he started to wash his long hair. Robert shook his head slightly with a small smile playing on his lips. They'd been friends since they started kindergarten. Of course back then Robert had been a tomgirl, with short black hair. He giggled as he remembered that growth spurt right before he reached puberty. His mother had been terrified that his son would be a giant. It'd almost been a huge sigh of relief when he stopped and developed like a normal boy. "So still dating Jennifer?" David asked as he washed his rather ample breasts. Robert's face ticked lightly as he prepared to wash his legs. Some boys got all the luck when it came to the breast fairy. "Yes I am. And let's not talk about that again," he knew a few things about how people looked at the profession that Jennifer was going into. It'd never make her that much money. "A teacher," David's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. "A professor. She wants to teach at a college. And she comes from a long line of professors. It's a tradition and she rather enjoys it." Robert felt like he'd explained this to David a hundred times. Sometimes it got on his nerves. "I want to make my own money as an actress. Just like Keris," he stated with a dreamy look in his face. It'd been his dream since he'd reached puberty. It meant a bit of freedom for him and the fame didn't hurt either. Robert didn't want him to be crushed if it didn't happen. "But you're rather different." David turned towards him. That look made him rather nervous. "What do you mean? I'm no different from anyone else. I want to get married and be a mother. And I have the perfect prospective husband for it." David moved a little closer to him, his face a few inches from his. His hair matted towards his body, the long golden locks cascading with water. "You know what I mean. You have a regular dream, I can understand it fully. But you've always been... pragmatic. Always prudent and thinking." Robert let out a small sigh of relief. So that's all he was thinking about. "You scared me. Don't do that again. You made me sound like a candidate for the Institute. And any man who doesn't take care to choose who his husband will be shouldn't be married in the first place. Going to get married just for love is romantic, and... wonderful." He blushed, which became very apparent with his pale skin. "But you also have to choose a husband for the future. You will be carrying this woman's children; you can't make a decision like that lightly." "See what I mean, you think about it in depth. Most boys don't go that far." David shrugged his shoulders, getting to work on his hair. That left an eerie silence for a few minutes. An uncomfortable silence. Robert turned off the water of his shower. His hair seemed to have a rather radiate sheen to it no matter how little work he gave it. David felt rather jealous about that. He worked on his hair for hours to get it to look just right. "Going?" David stated as he turned off the water. "Look...Robert?" He seemed a little concerned. "I just think sometimes you think a little too much. I just want to make sure you don't take it too far," Robert smiled at his friend, walking over and giving him a hug. "Don't worry. I have no greater dream than being by Jennifer's side once we graduate. I will have to take a side job while she's in school, but I don't mind at all. And then we'll settle down." Robert realized he worried a few people with the way he thought. Most people seemed to expect that low ambition meant no intelligence. Sometimes it meant disillusion, and that's the future everyone around him worried about. Robert shook his head at such thoughts. Him, ambition? No way. That wouldn't fit his character. David decided to change the subject to something much more interesting. "So you're that sure about Jennifer huh? Does that mean that you two have actually... consummated things?" Robert turned a crimson color at the accusation, opening his locker so he could pull out his uniform. Warrington High School was a private school that owned both a girl and boy school. It required both genders to wear uniforms. Robert now pulled out his uniform, trying to put on the regulation white panties over his smooth legs. "Oh so you have given her that then..," David's grin was one that showed a knowledge that only gossip could glean. "And why would you know a thing like that?" Robert stammered out as he started to get his bra on. It went over his breasts evenly, as he flipped the front over. "Did I grow?" he commented due to the tightness of the bra. He shrugged as David opened his locker. "I hear things, not to mention that glow you had two weeks ago." That almost made Robert faint. He must have radar built into his head. "Two weeks? Glow? What are you talking about?" He laughed nervously as he started to put his skirt on. David laughed. "Oh Jeez... How long have we been boyfriends? Years? I know what it looks like when a friend has a glow. You got it the first time you swam a lap without sinking. And two weeks ago you had this wonderful glow about you, just like you'd experienced something pleasurable." Robert buttoned up his blouse, trying to get the buttons to work while his hands shook. Discussing such things always made him shy. David didn't seem to mind. "So I know. You might as well just admit it. And you do plan to be together right? What's wrong with sharing?" He gulped the lump in his throat as he turned towards him, his angular and smooth facial features coming out in even a larger profile as he blushed. Slowly he nodded his head. That might have been a mistake. David almost jumped forward as he put his face a few paces from his. That made him even more nervous. "How was it? Is she good? Did it hurt at first? How long does it last? How many times did she bring you to the finish line? Have you consummated it a dozen times? Come on tell me." Robert covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his blush. "I....wait if you know so much have you?" "A lady never tells," David retorted with a grin that made his face look angelic with his golden hair pooling around his head. "So why do you want me to answer all those question if a lady never tells?" He sighed as he realized that he knew that his friend wanted to know for information purposes. That would do it, he surrendered. "Alright I'll tell." David moved closer to hear better. "Yes... she is good, and yes it did hurt for a little bit. But then..." His shyness took over as he covered his face. "Do I have to share any more?" His friend shook his head. "This is the boy who intimidates some of the jocks cause they can't figure you out? And you turn all shy on me. You are rather confusing sometimes ya know. Or is the shyness all an act?" A mischievous look came over his face as he started to tickle him. Robert fell on the floor laughing. "Come on spill more? I want to know everything," David pleaded as he continued tickling Robert. Robert felt almost in tears as he was now leaning against a locker with half his blouse unbuttoned. "Let me get dressed," he pleaded again as David released him. "So are you going to do anything with him tonight?" David wanted any gossip he could get. He wouldn't share it with anyone, but he must know as much as he could about Robert's life before he tried to get into show-business. After all, there wouldn't be much time to celebrate once he did. Keris, he'd make sure to be just like him. "I have to baby-sit tonight, you know that," Robert stated as he finished getting dressed. Fitting the jacket over his blouse took him only a few seconds as he tried to tie his hair behind him. It would fly around too disorderly if he didn't make sure it was at least tied in the middle. It took work to make sure it wasn't too low or it wouldn't do it's job. If too high it would become a ponytail. Practice meant he didn't have to retry. "Oh that's right," David stated as he started to get dressed in his uniform. Robert giggled to himself as he remembered that they still had a rather long time before he had to go to the Johnson house to baby-sit little Samuel. That meant a whole afternoon to do what he wanted. Jennifer gave him clues before they were interrupted. That principal sure did know how to ruin a perfectly romantic moment. They were both the legal age of 18. And he was sure that Jennifer would be with him for awhile. She'd been given chances for cuter or less intimidating boys before, and continued to date him for three years. He got out a long brush as he started to comb his hair, making sure to pull out his make-up kit. It took him a few seconds to finish; practice helping to make it an easy affair. He'd gotten an A in school for make up proficiency. He giggled as he thought about what they could do. It took David a while to get dressed. Robert had learned how to dress quickly when he'd been forced to wake up extremely early to help his little sister get ready for her first day of school. That hadn't been the best experience in his life. Especially since Karen was rather rambunctious. Well girls would be girls, he often heard. Though sometimes he wished that Karen would behave. Jennifer stood outside in her uniform; her hands in her pockets. She smirked slightly as she saw Robert walk outside. Robert loved that smirk, and the glitter in her eyes could make him melt. "Hey honey," Jennifer stated as she kissed Robert. "And hello David." The look she gave David seemed to be one of distrust. David threw his head upwards to ignore her. They didn't get along completely. They would be civil when around Robert to make him feel better. Jennifer simply decided not to give him too much importance. "So ready to be escorted home?" Jennifer asked Robert as he looked up into her eyes. David waited patiently with his hands behind his back, his chest thrusting his shirt forward. Robert leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "I would like to be escorted to your home though. Your parents are on another business trip." Jennifer gulped a little. Her arms twitched slightly as the muscles underneath pushed the cloth of her uniform forward. Her black shoes moving a little with her pants. Robert's skirt twirled as he waited for an answer. Jennifer nodded her head. "Sure, though if I remember correctly, you work today. Tonight if I remember correctly." "Not this afternoon though," Robert interjected as he leaned on Jennifer's arm, wrapping both his arms around her larger one. "Not so shy I see," David stated under his breath with a smile as he looked up into the afternoon sky. "I'll head home then. Have fun you two," he giggled as he waved at them, walking across the street again. "Will you be fine walking home?" Jennifer asked. After all a man shouldn't go home by himself without an escort. And David wasn't the safest person, running across a street during a green light. Jennifer sighed as she saw him head rather haphazardly away. Sometimes she wondered if he'd get hurt being so reckless. In the end it didn't concern her. What did concern her was the boy at her arm. Jennifer found that some women rebelled against their families traditions. She didn't mind them at all. Jennifer found being a teacher or speaker rather enjoyable, and didn't mind at all that she would follow in her father's and grandfather's footsteps. She would have never met Robert if she hadn't been interested in politics and gotten into the debate team. As an interim member, she'd been discussing the problems with local corruption when Robert accidentally went into the room a little early. He'd come for the discussion on new ways of running a household with a computer. That wouldn't be for another hour, and so he'd stayed. One thing Jennifer noticed about Robert was that he understood a lot more than he let on. No one would ever call him simple minded, but behind those eyes were a much more intelligent man than most gave credit for. If he owned the determination to go with it, the Institute might have called him in years ago. But Robert felt nothing more than the want to be with her. Jennifer smiled a little at that thought. She'd rather have a wife who wasn't a complete idiot and who might be capable of at least listening and understanding some of the things she talked about, she knew too many friends who would be talking to their wives to vent their feelings, and see a vacant stare in return. Jennifer vented sometimes as well, and she knew that Robert would give her a knowing look, one of comfort and understanding. She knew he'd listened carefully, and though he wouldn't give advice on the matter; he definitely wasn't staring blankly. The couple moved slowly towards Jennifer's house. It was on a small enclave with a large gate around it. Robert clamped his hands firmly on Jennifer's strong arm, leaning his head against her side. A lot of couples walked in such a manner, and as they passed them, some of her fellow females looked at Robert. Most seemed to look confused that she could possibly pick a boy so tall, but that didn't concern her at all. The lock to the gate took a few seconds to unlock, Jennifer needing both arms to unlock it. Robert stood patiently to the side, feeling the wind blow his skirt around his legs. He shivered slightly as his smooth legs grew goosebumps from the cool wind. It felt like a wind that hinted to the winter that just passed. Robert would have never gone swimming this early in spring if a heat wave hadn't hit earlier that week. It seemed winter wanted to keep hold for a little while longer. "Got it," Jennifer stated as she pushed the gate back. It towered over them for security reasons. Robert thought not even an Olympic pole volter would get over it. He did grin slightly as he raced inside the gates, waiting for Jennifer to close them. It took a short time to get the front door opened after she made sure the front gate had been closed. The neighborhood didn't always prove safe for them. Robert walked in, his hands behind his back as he bent over; revealing a little bit of his panties. Jennifer loved the shapely tone of his ass. It almost invited her to do more with it. But that would have to be for later as she leaned forward and picked up Robert. He squealed slightly as he leaned forward to nuzzle his head into her chest. "What's with this protest? You weren't just teasing me were you?" she stated with a wide grin. Robert cast his eyes downward and blushed. His head slowly started to shake back and forth. "No... it's just after talking to David, I'm nervous about it again." Jennifer gave a small growl. "Always the blushing virgin," she laughed. "Well it just makes you even cuter. " She hefted him up more, her glasses sliding a little down her nose. She scrunched it up to push them back up. She lifted him up a little further into her arms, walking with him up the stairs. The oak staircase creaking as she went up. The creaks of the stairs would always make her mother shout to see if anyone happened to be home. No sound came. Of course they'd gone yesterday and would be gone for a whole week. There couldn't possibly be anyone home right now. That meant the entire house was there's. They wouldn't de-sanctify her parent's room, but Jennifer's room would be available for such endeavors. Thinking that her parents might be doing the same thing didn't cross her mind. Men on business trips were for company after all during the off hours. Jennifer's room looked like a mix between a jock's and a nerd's. It had sports posters everywhere, with a pair of her boxers on top of the chair. A poster of recent discoveries in science on the other wall seemed to hint to her balance between the two cliques. She did it rather well. Slowly she deposited Robert on the bed as she started to search through one of her drawers. Robert sat with his legs together, trying to keep himself as still as could be. His long black hair cascaded behind him as his hand pulled the tie that held it in a neat bundle. A little bit of hair got in front of his eyes. "Found it," Jennifer stated with a sense of accomplishment. "We don't want you making a mess now do we?" She grinned as she held up a small package. The condom held inside it's little sheet of foil seemed to glitter in the light. They'd bought them a little while ago. After all her mother did wash the sheets, and finding strange stains from some boy wouldn't go over too well. Robert took it in his small manicured hand. He never did grow his nails out too long, but the short length that they did stick into the air, as well as the wonderful sheen they contained seemed fitting enough. His eyes followed her as she went to her closet, looking in a box. Robert blushed as he remembered the size of that thing. In boys it seemed the more masculine your penis; the better. With a rather small one, Robert felt pretty confident there. Most girls tried to find the best and thickest strap-on they could. Sometimes it seemed like they held contests about whose strap-on was larger, or cost the most. That seemed to be the popular consensus in the boy's room anyways. Jennifer pulled out the box, a long grin on her face. She'd found a rather good one that a store online had attempted to try out in the market. By now it had risen in price far from what she'd paid for it. That meant that Robert actually got one of the very best. It was in this precise situation that Robert felt totally wanting in giving in to his submissivness. He didn't prove overtly dominant the rest of the time, but as Jennifer walked towards him with the box that held what they would soon share, he felt a rosy and warm feeling spread throughout his body. He wanted her to take him on this bed at that very moment. To give in to her will completely and have her treat him completely like her own. He could feel the moistening of his anus as she neared, putting the box down and drawing him into a kiss. The kiss lingered as Jennifer slowly started to peel his clothing off. The little jacket and blouse falling to the wayside of the bed. Each breath he drew in forced his breasts to rise and fall, straining against his bra. She continued to kiss him, sliding the bra off his heaving breasts. She thanked whoever invented the damned things that they did unhook in front. She couldn't imagine trying to unhook one from the back. That would have been a stupid decision. Robert could feel his nipples arise to her touch, feeling as she slowly went down to his neck. The whole experience ran through his mind as she pulled off his skirt, forcing him to raise his legs slightly. His eyes were clouded over slightly as he felt the hormones in his body giving him direction to submit to her will. "Turn over," she said as he promptly obeyed, leaning onto his hands and knees. Jennifer loved the view. Clad only in his panties, she had to admit the round fullness of his butt sure did make her excited. Right now he was silent, but soon some wonderful noises would emanate from him. Jennifer made sure to get undressed quickly, almost ripping her boxers off in a flurry. She was on her knees now, scratching the side of her face. Her form wasn't as muscular as some girls. Some attempted to look like body builders. Jennifer felt confident enough to have a little brawn to help move objects of extreme weight when necessary. That would serve her fine. It didn't take her long to slip the strap-on over her legs and upwards. Her fingers hooked over the silken white panties as she yanked them down. "Now what should I do?" sShe teased a little as she leaned forward slightly so her mouth was right next to Robert's ear. "Does this little boy want my fingers in him? Or does he deserve more?" The grin she plastered on her face showed a slight mischievous side to her personality. But then again girls will be girls after all. Robert's cheeks were slightly red from a blush as he looked up at her with innocent eyes. "B....both," he commented as he turned away with his blush again. "At the same time? Didn't know you were that naughty," God that blush could be cute as he turned sharply in order to shake his head. Jennifer was always gentle with her long rough fingers. She couldn't be a piano player with the slight callus she had from yardwork, so she slowly slid her fingers inside of him. His eyes closed tightly and his nose lightly curled as she did so, his breathing coming in slightly faster breaths as she slowly moved her fingers. Fingers did alright for a few minutes, but she could tell that despite getting him an erection from her finger, he desired much more. It didn't take long for his eyes to open, and despite his rapid breathing she knew it was time. Giving him an erection did give her the proper time to slip the condom on. It would have been harder if she'd started off with a flaccid member. Every time she entered into him, he could feel his arms leave and feel the softness of his breasts against the bed. It felt rather nice as he closed his eyes and scrunched up his nose again. It became somewhat of a contest to see how many pleasurable moans Jennifer could get out of him. And often she'd find him starting to give the small signs of orgasm. Then she'd slow down; let him relax a little so that she could make him rise again. It always meant more pleasure when he did finish and also meant he'd give her the same style when she let his tongue get to work. Despite his coyness, he could read her movements almost as well as she could his. "MPHhhhh..." He made a small noise as he finished, his arms curling around the edge of the sheets as Jennifer pulled him up, bringing him into a kiss as he decided to fill the small envelope that prevented him from making a mess. She gripped him lightly by his breasts, pulling him close. "You seemed to enjoy that," she smiled as their kiss broke. Robert took in deep breaths. Jennifer proved correct as Robert tried to mimic her style as best he could with his tongue. Another reason that Robert proved so fine was despite his rather small stature when it came to down below, he did have a rather large tongue when he needed it. Most men had tongues that would go down to their chins when they removed themselves. Robert probably could have pulled it to the underside if he wanted to. That meant a rather enjoyable time as he pumped it in and out of Jennifer's body. And like she thought, by the time he served her, she was as short of breath as he'd been. One thing Robert liked after they spent time together was that he could cuddle with Jennifer afterwards. Women seemed to have this bad habit that after they expended themselves from sex, they'd fall asleep. If it was the middle of the afternoon, then Jennifer would be wide awake as he nuzzled up closely to her. "Now I remember why you agree to this?" Jennifer commented as she put an arm around him. "Cause the light won't let me sleep. You're rather crafty for a boy." "No I'm not. I just know when you will cuddle and when you won't. I think I've learned a little. So..." he didn't want to ask directly, he wanted her to tell him. She smiled a little at the obvious clue. "Well I've narrowed it down to a few schools. I have a choice thankfully. And if I get a specified major I'll be able to get a job with older kids. I don't think I want to teach small children. That's something a man could do. I want high school girls or I might just go for the doctorate program," Jennifer would have dubbed it down a bit for any other boy. Robert had a concentrating eye staring at her. Every word was absorbed as he smiled a sweet little smile. "I think I'll stay local though. That way I can commute back here. Though if I get an apartment." She let that word hang as they'd discussed staying together as she went through college, but that would mean that Robert would have to find work. No woman felt completely worthwhile unless she could afford to have her wife stay home. Robert instantly went to be supportive. "It's alright. I can work. And... if you want I can even get a teaching job. It's only a year's school for male teachers and I can teach pre-teen age boys. I know all the important subjects and my grades are good enough." Jennifer laughed. "My daughters and sons are going to be teachers and probably my grandkids too." She laughed lightly in her throat again. "OH well." "As long as we're together," Robert said with wide eyes. Jennifer gave him a light kiss on the forehead. "Of course." "By the way what time is it?" Robert suddenly asked as his eyes started to check for the clock. He'd been so occupied recently with their discussion and love making that he'd totally forgot he had to baby-sit tonight. Jennifer rolled onto her side to check the clock. "You got about.... 45 minutes." She heard a rushed closing of her bathroom door. "Boys," she commented to herself as she remembered even for a boy who spent less time than other boys with his appearance, it still took him almost an hour to get ready. The water turned on in the shower. Robert had to rush quickly to get washed in the hot water. He felt the stress in his shoulders falling as the hot water cascaded down onto him. He could feel his hair plastered to his back as he spent most of his time on his hair. Thankfully he got out after 20 minutes. If he spent any more time he'd be lost and spend over an hour letting his mind wander. Robert almost burst out of the shower, his hair and body wrapped in a towel. Jennifer sat in her boxers on the bed, reading a book. "Well 30 minutes, a new record," she grinned as he tried to find his clothes. He ran towards the closet, trying to find boxes in Jennifer's closet. "I moved them to the left with the pile." Robert looked shocked. "But they'll smell weird." He didn't like his spare clothes he left over there occasionally to be near her dirty clothes. That would defeat the purpose. Robert wouldn't openly admit it, but a man had to mark his woman in some way. And biting wouldn't do. Had to keep all the teases away after all. Thankfully he'd left his normal clothes, as well as spare panties. He quickly put them on, trying to get the buttons on as he ran back to the bathroom. In the pocket of the blouse he pulled out his make-up kit. It took practice to be able to rush through make-up while still being able to look perfect. "Stuck in that book?" he stated as he leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be out late. So tomorrow morning?" "Yeah," Jennifer said as she lifted her eyes from her book to grab onto his hand and then pull him over her lap. "Let me guess don't smudge up your make-up right?" That wide grin came across her face so often Robert wondered if she laid it there with a trowel. "Yes," he meekly stated as his pale skin shone in the light. "OH well tomorrow then," she leaned forward to kiss his forehead again. Robert quickly got up, hiding his blush as he tied his hair back. He knew that he could wash his clothes later, as he stuffed them into a bag. He'd chastise himself about the messy way he put the clothes in the bag after he got there. Next time he'd make sure to wear some perfume. Best to smell as sexy as he wanted too. His feet hit against the pavement as he ran at full tilt towards the house. The Johnson's had hired him as a baby-sitter when he turned 14. Since then he was the only one they trusted with their children. Robert remembered when the little girl had been a year old. Sometimes he giggled at the thought. Little Jane saw him as a big brother. He'd make sure to be as gentle for her as possible. Her parents would make her strong, but he knew she'd end up sweet too. He slid to a stop at the door, panting for breath as he lightly tapped on the door. God he was at least 10 minutes late. He felt like a traitor for not being on time. It just didn't make sense. The door opened slowly as Jane stood with her hands on her hips. She'd just started school and at five she wanted to be as independent as possible. Good traits for a girl. Mrs. Johnson walked up behind his daughter, smiling as he wiped his brow with a free hand. He appeared to be in the middle of dressing, his sanguine gown still not completely settled. Robert giggled lightly to himself, remembering how formal functions ran havoc on a boy's dressing code. You had to make everything perfect. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said with an apologetic bow. "I got detained and ran here as fast as I could." Mrs. Johnson smiled a warm, motherly smile. "It's only a few minutes. I don't think we have much to worry about." Robert let out a relieved exhalation of air. He'd always felt worse than most people thought of him. He walked inside, feeling a pair of eyes wandering onto him. Mr. Johnson sat in a suit, her body leaning heavily on the loveseat she'd landed on. She waved towards Robert. "It's completely fine. The Mrs. here has been trying to get the right dress on for some time now. Men can't figure out what to wear," she laughed. Robert coughed a little as he saw Mrs. Johnson pinch his husband playfully. Robert made sure not to laugh as the older man went to finish getting dressed. "So how is little Samuel?" Robert asked Mrs. Johnson as he went in back to help. He looked at him. Slowly he put his fingers to his red lips. "He's asleep. He might need to feed when he wakes up. But then again I'm sure you're more than prepared," he put his hands inside the edges, trying to smooth out his dress. It took a little help from Robert to get all the hooks and buttons on correctly, but from experience they both managed rather well. "So how is your mother doing?" Mrs. Johnson asked as he started to get on his heels. "He's alright. I think he wishes that I could be a happy housewife like he is, but I'll manage." "Oh? So what are you going to do?" He asked as he prepared to grab his purse, checking to make sure everything happened to be in order. Robert made sure to move to the side to let him pass by. "I was thinking of teaching grade school boys. It's only a year of school and I can be near the girl's college. Jennifer is going to study for a bachelors in education." "I see. Jennifer's a good girl. Not too feminine that it takes over her head or gets to her. And she's also very sweet to you. I remember when you were at my baby-shower for little Samuel. And besides me and your mother do talk about such things." He smiled a long smile. "Well that appears to be it. See I don't take so long." Mr. Johnson didn't look too convinced as she stood up. "Alright we'll be back around 11. Or midnight, it all depends on how much time the ceremony takes." She wrapped her arms around her wife's waist as she motioned him towards the door. "Be good Jane," her mother commented as he was lead out of the room. "Bye," Robert waved as the door closed. "Whew," he commented as he plopped down on the couch. "What a long day?" It proved to be a godsend that little Samuel didn't wake up for a long while, though Robert felt the swell of his breasts pushing against his bra. He felt the straps digging into his shoulders as he knew that no matter what consciousness the little baby may have, he still put out those little endorphins that made any man around lactate. He tried to get his mind off it by playing games with Jane. The little girl liked board games, and didn't seem too inclined towards video games of any kind. The sooner she kept from splattering monsters on the screen the better as far as Robert was concerned. Like any normal boy, he was never too good at such things. Jane started to yawn right on cue "Bed time little woman," Robert commented with a grin as he picked up the little girl. He lightly made sure she got dressed in her pajamas and then into her bed. This had been so nerve wracking the first night. Robert wondered how he could ever think of this as anything other than an easy job. He got his answer the instant he closed Jane's door. Little Samuel started to cry. Being the baby sitter, he'd checked on the baby from time to time to make sure it breathed and wasn't doing anything that might hurt it. Samuel was old enough to crawl around, and all babies despite gender would get into trouble. "What's wrong?" Robert asked as if the baby could answer, trying in a silvery voice to calm the little one. "Wet," Robert stated with a little smile as he grabbed the diapers under the crib. That'd been another nerve wracking experience, learning how to change a diaper. Robert practiced over and over with the help of his mother to get it just right. Now it seemed second nature. In the trash went the old, and after a powder on the little bottom, a new diaper went on. "See all better," he stated as he picked up the little child. Samuel had a pair of rather blue eyes as he stared at him. Robert cuddled it as the baby twisted slightly. It seemed that out with the old, and in with the new when it came to babies. Samuel seemed rather irritable as he was held in Robert's arm. A finger went into his mouth to test if he needed to eat, and with an instinctual motion he grabbed onto it. "You do eat like a horse. Well that'll change," he stated as he put the now irate baby back in the crib. It almost felt like heaven to release his breasts from the confines of his bra. The merciless straps no longer digging into his shoulders. He let out one long sigh as he lifted the baby up. The baby knew exactly what to do as it latched onto his breast. Robert always felt a warm feeling when he fed Samuel. The Johnson children had been the only ones he'd ever fed in such a manner. It always took his mind off everything as the little life received sustenance from him. He could imagine his own child having been nurtured in his body, feeding from him. It always brought a blush to his cheeks. It took a few seconds for Samuel to burp as Robert kept him over his shoulder. He hoped the little one would fall asleep, but tonight he didn't have such luck. The baby wanted to stay awake as long as possible, fidgeting and attempting to crawl away. If it weren't so late, Robert would have enjoyed this time spent. After a few minutes, he ignored his fatigue and followed the crawling child, making sure it didn't get hurt, and playing with it as much as possible. Samuel laughed at it all, and eventually Robert hoped he'd tire out. Where little children get limitless energy was beyond Robert as he felt himself slump down on the couch. Thank god they tired out eventually. Samuel slept next to him with a small movement here and there. Robert kept his bra inside his skirt pocket. The weight that he felt his breasts press against the piece of cloth meant he couldn't continue to wear it at the moment. Oh well. It proved a rather quiet night after Robert put the baby to bed. Now everyone was asleep, and he could relax between checking up on the two children. Jane slept like an innocent baby as he could see the baby doing the same. It was silent as the two parents returned home. They'd obviously been having a rather good time as Mrs. Johnson stumbled a little. There were a few men who could hold their liquor, but Robert knew that number was extremely low. He didn't party much at the moment, so he didn't know what group he belonged to yet. He'd probably find out later. "How was everything?" Mr. Johnson stated as she appeared to be in much better shape than her wife. "The baby woke up, and I fed him. And Jane's been in bed since about 7:30." "Good then," she stated with a small smile as she helped her wife to bed. When she returned she made sure to reach in her back pocket to get out Robert's money. She always paid him before they went to her home. Mr. Johnson or her wife would drive him home. The streets weren't safe for a young lady to be running around on his own. He might get ravaged by bad women or maybe even killed for a few dollars. No one could tell in this modern world. Mr. Johnson shook her head as she thought about it. What kind of world did they live in that a sweet boy couldn't be safe? It was a shame. Robert sat in his seat, pushing his skirt down so that his legs were covered as he entered the car. Mr. Johnson seemed a little shaky, but she knew how to deal with such things. The drive didn't take long. It did prove rather silent though. Mr. Johnson never talked much. Women never talked much with others sometimes. It was always short and to the point. Robert felt the lack of conversation as he took a deep breath leaving the car. He could feel the pressure on his chest lesson, wishing he'd put his bra back on. It made him feel sort of loose to have it in such a fashion. Mr. Johnson waved her hand to Robert as she made sure he opened the door with his spare key. "Stop running around and get to bed," Robert could see his mother as he ran around, trying to get his little sister to go to sleep. The girl never seemed to tire out any more than any other child her age. It didn't seem right that she just ran around like a hooligan. It worried her brother to no end that she might become one of those violent women. He worried himself sick, and he knew his mother worried even more. "Welcome home dear," his mother stated as he finally got a hand on the rambunctious girl. "Your father is trying to get work done and your sister is running amok." Robert leaned forward to his little sister. "Now don't you want to go to bed?" He smiled. "It's rather energizing. And you can get to play and run around that much sooner. After all we want to be an important and wealthy little woman don't we?" He always used that tact on the little girl. She'd be negative if someone tried too hard. But that chastising discipline with nothing but love always disarmed her. She let out one long sigh as she squirmed out of her mother's arms. Then she stomped to her room to go to bed. "That still never works for me," his mother stated with one long sigh. "She just got into another fight at school too. I swear girls these days are so active. When your father was a girl, her and her friends were never this active. They were calm and collective." He moved his hand to put a stray hair back into place. "So how was your day?" "Productive," Robert stated with an innocent smile. He wouldn't tell his mother about the little production he'd been doing with Jennifer earlier. After all, he was rather conservative and believed that a boy shouldn't give his maidenhood to anyone, except his husband. It wasn't exactly like he was breaking that rule. He planned to marry Jennifer, when Jennifer and him were finally out of their parent's houses. "I have school in the morning though," he stated with a long smile, hugging his mother tightly. He returned the hug, kissing his cheek as he prepared to go to his room. "Why aren't you wearing your bra young lady?" He asked with a stern look. Robert laughed nervously, remembering he still hadn't put it back on. "Well I had to breast-feed Samuel and it hurt to wear it. So I simply took it off." That would be a simple enough explanation he thought. A long disapproving look came over his mother's face as he finally let out one long sigh. "Fine I suppose that works. Well have a good night honey," he stated as he kissed him on the cheek again. Sometime Robert wondered if he'd inherit some extra sensory perception when he became a mother. Oh well it didn't matter at that moment. Robert slipped his shoes off as he entered his room. The wall had a dozen posters on it, the oiled up bodies of attractive muscular women, and some female singers on the wall. Other cute bears as well as a dozen different unicorn pictures from when he was a little boy were still there. One on the other hand didn't appear to belong there; it had a female samurai, her sword drawn on one side. He'd personally thought her cute despite her rather masculine appearance, but it still stayed there. His bed was filled with teddy bears as well as an array of other stuffed animals. He let out one long sigh as he stripped down, his hair falling across his slender shoulders as he looked at the full length mirror on his door. He smiled, twirling and posing as he blew the mirror a kiss. His lithe form still held every curve in the glass. He shrugged as he pulled a long nightshirt out of the closet, making sure he kept all his dirty clothes in the hamper in his closet. A pair of clean panties replaced the ones he'd brought from Jennifer's, as he slipped them over each leg. Being neat would be the most polite thing. It passed his mind that he might want to buy a few more condoms for himself. He'd make sure to keep it on the shopping list for later. The freedom of being only in a nightshirt spread throughout his body. He could feel every inch of himself under it without the constricting feeling of having to wear negligee or something like that. He turned off his light as he slipped into the covers, setting his alarm clock so he'd be up early in the morning. Sleep came in a few fitful naps as Robert found he couldn't sleep comfortably. Maybe it was an omen, or some other bad telling of the future, but for the life of him he couldn't get a good restful sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, squirming against the covers. When he awoke to the buzzing of his alarm-clock, he felt haggard and exhausted, as if someone had just slapped him across the face. His eyes shielded dark circles that he tried to wipe away. He spun around to get himself into the proper mood. The warm water that spread over his head forced his eyes to close slightly. He always took two showers a day so he wasn't too sweaty. After all a boy had to make sure he glistened from his own beauty; not sweat. No one enjoyed a sweaty boy. He slowly got dressed, looking into the mirror. A little extra make-up under the eyes to cover up those circles. He didn't want to look haggard or anything like that. "Robert?" he heard a voice behind him as he went through the kitchen to get outside. His skirt twirled as he turned around to face his mother, his mouth in a disapproving line as he sat with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Normally he'd have started to clean after Karen went to school. Robert checked himself. He'd made sure that not waking up in time didn't interfere with his appearance. What could be the problem? "Sit down and eat something. You don't want to run out too fast. You've got plenty of time to get to school." He pointed to a chair that Robert curtly sat down in. He nibbled on some toast. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "Are you sexually active?" Robert almost choked on the toast when he was asked the question. His mother still held that disapproving line. "A man must watch who he does these kind of things with. The schools don't seem to think that as long as he's doing it correctly and with a woman that it's acceptable. But they aren't your parents. So?" He left it open in the air as Robert coughed, trying to get the toast up. "Why do you ask?" Robert said as he drank a glass of orange juice. He'd learned how to eat without messing up his make-up, so that didn't concern him as much as the current conversation. "I'm your mother. And I heard from Jennifer's parents that they found a... a catcher that hadn't flushed right." Robert wondered if the "catcher" as the older generation called condoms, had indeed been caught, or if he was being put on the spot. He gulped as he thought on how to answer. The best answer seemed to be no answer as his mother let out one exasperated sigh. "Just make sure to remain chaste to one woman. Please," he almost seemed to beg his son to remain a single woman man. He smiled to try to assuage his fears. He would be a single woman man. And Jennifer was it, though he hoped nothing would happen to her to make him have to choose someone else. That would not be what he considered an interesting scenario. Robert kissed his mother on the cheek as he left for school. He'd only eaten a little as he ran off. "I love you mom. And don't worry about me," he stated as he ran out towards the normal intersection that David and Jennifer met him at. David must have gotten up early for something else, for normally he didn't appear this chipper at the beginning of the day. He was an afternoon boy. But he always looked his best with his hair shining from hours of effort. Robert yawned. "Not a good night?" David stated as he hugged Robert. "Looks like you didn't get much sleep," Robert shook his head. "No I couldn't do anything else, but nap. I have no idea why," The mystery would have to wait as they heard the 15 minute bell from the school. Robert waved his hand to David. "You can cross the street without me right now." "Wanna wait for Jennifer huh?" David gave a wry little grin as he threw his long locks behind him and walked across the crosswalk. "You'll be as late as her if you don't hurry. And I don't think you want them to not think you punctual," Robert would have yelled back about the unladylike act of yelling from a street, but he decided to cross the street. Jennifer could just meet him on the other side. The light was red, and no cars waited for it anyways while Robert crossed. So when he spotted Jennifer, it didn't pass his mind not to wave at her, despite still being on the crosswalk. He couldn't raise himself too high with his shoes on, but he didn't need to consider that Jennifer appeared to have already seen him. A large bang rang to Robert's side as he saw a glint of sunlight hit metal. A blue sedan had been driving a little above the speed limit when it's tire burst. It swung to the side, careening towards the sidewalk; directly towards David. "DAVID!!" Robert screamed as he saw his friend slowly turn towards the noise. He'd been concentrating elsewhere. The phrase "like a deer in the headlights" crossed Robert's mind as he saw his friend almost freeze in front of the careening car. It all went in slow motion, the car, David, even Robert's mind as he reacted. It didn't take much choice. Jennifer and any woman wouldn't get to him in time. Robert had to do something. His feet almost kicked off his shoes as he had to make the two or three yards towards David. He wouldn't make it at a run, and using muscles in his legs he'd earned from swimming, he threw himself forward. He felt his hands touching flesh as he used his slender arms to push against David's body. David slammed into the small grassy hill in front of Robert; Victory. A sudden pain hit against his side as he felt himself in mid-air. A sharp pain that spread throughout his body as he felt something buckling under him. Then sky, nothing, but sky. He could see the blue sky as if he were weightless. So pretty. That didn't last forever, as he felt something hard against the back of his head. His hand ran against the gravel as he felt his body settling. Something dripped into his eyes, what a shame that right now he was sweating into his eyes. Jennifer saw the car speed right past her, felt the terror of seeing it head towards David. It felt even worse to see Robert throw himself forward to push him out of the way. She was running at full tilt now, unfortunately the scene getting closer as she went. Robert had been in mid-air when the car slammed it's hood against his side. He'd rolled on it towards the glass windshield. The angle of the car sent him spiraling over the top of the vehicle and then onto the pavement below. Jennifer got to him after a few seconds. Robert was muttering something under his breath. It proved completely incomprehensible. The woman behind the wheel stumbled out, rather irate. "I swear I wasn't able to stop. The car got out of control. I couldn..." "SHUT UP!! Call an ambulance and act like a woman for god's sake," Jennifer snapped back as she tried to get Robert at least slightly comfortable. It seemed to work as the driver pulled out her cell phone to call 911. Robert's clothes were torn and covered in dirt and blood. From what Jennifer could see he had a major head wound, as well as broken bones, and a dozen other cuts and bruises. "It'll be alright," she stated as she saw Robert's eyes go to her. He smiled lightly as his hand rose, and then fell as he hissed through his teeth. "Don't move until the ambulance arrives alright," she stated with a sense of dread as Robert tried to close his eyes. "No sleeping get it. You are not sleeping or anything like that," Jennifer stated in an order. Robert obeyed. Jennifer ordered him so rarely that he didn't want to disappoint her. But how could he tell her that he felt so numb. He didn't feel a lot at the moment, except the need to sleep. Not a clear thought remained. The blaring of sirens ran through the area as the ambulance raced towards the scene. The car wasn't in the way as it's movement spent itself on the edge of the hill. The driver had at least the common courtesy to walk to the victim. The female medical staff got Jennifer away, starting to prep their patient for his trip. Jennifer walked slowly towards David who still sat on the hill. She knelt down to check on him. David's eyes were wide as saucers, his thumb in his mouth, chewing on his fingernail as he now had his knees up against his chest. His small shoulders shook as he kept chanting to himself. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," Over and over in one long sentence. Jennifer sighed as she almost had to pick the disturbed boy up, and carry him towards the medical staff. They seemed rather quick as they now had to rush him into the ambulance. Jennifer prepared to come with them. "We're sorry. This is extremely sensitive. No one else in the way," they stated as they did a quick check to make sure David wasn't injured in any way. He had a few scrapes, but other than that, he was more of a nervous wreck than anything. They ordered Jennifer to take him to the hospital as best she could. Another ambulance had arrived for the driver, who had minor injuries. Jennifer rushed towards them, stuffing David into the ambulance and then ordering them without any consideration to take them to the hospital. She didn't feel any sympathy to the slightly banged up driver as she grabbed onto the woman's phone. It wasn't a pleasant call she'd have to make. She took a deep breath as she prepared to call Robert's parents. Mr. Sundry had been at work, trying to get a new deal through. She'd been called out of her office by Jennifer. Normally hearing from your son's girlfriend isn't the most normal call. It normally doesn't prove to be very welcome. It didn't seem welcome at all now. She quickly raced out of her office, telling her secretary that she needed to go for a family emergency. Not used to such outbursts, he meekly complied to make the appropriate phone calls. Mrs. Sundry had been cleaning his house like a good housewife. Jennifer's call had almost been missed because he'd had the vacuum cleaner on. The phone almost dropped as he almost felt a frantic fear fill him inside. His outside clothing couldn't get on quickly enough as he raced towards the hospital. It almost felt like a godsend that they'd decided that he needed a car for errands. Jennifer sat with David as they waited for Robert to finish his treatment. They were told that this would be an emergency situation, and that they might be a few hours. David still sat; his bruises and cuts having been taken care of. He sat with a glazed look on his face, now chanting something else. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault," he sobbed lightly as the shock still wracked through his small form. He sniffled. Jennifer sighed as she tried to keep him together. Robert's parents took a little time to get to the hospital despite their rush. The traffic seemed to want to get in their way. Both came together as his father ran forward with a grim look on her face. "How is he?" Mr. Sundry demanded of Jennifer as his mother looked distraught. "I don't know. It's serious," Jennifer stated as she stood up to greet them. She knew that they were more concerned about their son, but she felt like a failure. Robert was the boy she cared about, and it was her duty to protect him. And she'd failed. Robert was in their because she'd been incapable of doing anything. She wanted to grit her teeth together. Mr. Sundry put her hand on Jennifer's shoulder, the grim look still on her face. "Calm down. I can tell you're feeling something, and it's going to cause you more harm. You just saw it, and from the short description it wasn't pleasant. So relax." She seemed so sure of it, as Jennifer sagged into her seat. Even without blame she still felt like a failure. It took hours, though to everyone waiting, it seemed like years. A doctor walked out of the room. Her hair was sheet gray, and one could tell that years in the medical field took their toll. She slipped her gloves off, holding them in her hand as she walked up. Everyone except David, who still remained in a nervous breakdown no matter how Mrs. Sundry tried to calm him, stood up. "What happened to my baby?" Mrs. Sundry asked with a desperate lump in his throat. He'd been shaking lightly, the hand of his husband slightly comforting, but still not being a complete sedative. The doctor ran her hand through her silver hair as she sighed. "It's... touch and go right now. He's been heavily injured, but there is still hope. The car thankfully wasn't going at an extreme speed. Right now he's sleeping. And... we'll be monitoring him." She didn't say anymore as David's and Mrs. Sundry's eyes fell on Robert. He'd been wheeled on a gurney away from the operation room, his arm and legs in casts. His head was wrapped in one huge cast, though his black hair poked lightly out of it. "Why is his hair short?" his mother asked all of a sudden, deciding that such an inconsequential thing would get his mind off other scarier things. "We had to do some... surgery so short hair must be used. It helps to keep it out of the way." His mother nodded his head shortly, running to follow his son towards his room; dragging David with him. The doctor let out one long sigh. Mr. Sundry looked a little cross, her face turning into a frown. "What are you leaving out?" The doctor looked like she'd been caught. She let out a morose smile. "Your son is in a coma. We... don't know when or if he'll come out of it. He had two broken legs, as well as severe damage to his back and ribs. Those are severe, but I believe landing on pavement head first caused a concussion, as well as bruising of the brain. The surgery was to relieve the pressure caused by swelling. So I can't even tell you that he's stable. I hope everything turns out alright. Observation will move your wife away if anything happens, but the next 12 hours are critical for his stabilization," she felt that she could be honest with the women. Scaring a mother wouldn't be appropriate and counterproductive. She still felt a lump in her throat for the parents. Maybe she'd been a doctor too long. All three women walked towards Robert's new room, Mrs. Sundry not understanding why the nurse wouldn't let her do anything. He seemed adamant about it. The doctor sighed. "It's for health. It's critical you try not to be too comforting to him at this moment. We have to wait and be on tiptoes until stabilization." Mrs. Sundry almost sobbed as he knelt down beside the bed. Why did god do these things to test them? Why did fate have to test them? He hoped that this wasn't something that would take him away. As he looked up, the tears starting to glisten on his face, the peaceful look on Robert's face made him wonder for a few seconds what he might dream. Robert felt the wind under his skirt, his eyes slowly opening to the world above. He felt blackness around him, his chest rising as his soft features seemed to feel nothing. He wondered where he was, he couldn't remember a thing that had just happened. It was so far away. Slowly he heard rain around him. He felt a slight dampness, though he couldn't feel the rain itself. Then a rancid smell filled his nostrils. It smelled like sweat, a stopped up toilet, cigarettes, and rotten meat all in one. He curled up his nose to the smell as he heard murmuring, his eyes starting to adjust to the darkness. A group of figures walked slowly through a long line of dirt. Robert looked at his feet, seeing a row of wooden planks in a long floor of mud. Small lights seemed to dot this new landscape, and that horrible smell seemed to be everywhere. He covered his face with a hand to keep it out. Dark shapes seemed to walk, and it appeared to him that he was in some kind of hole. He'd heard construction workers call it a trench, right before they whistled at his figure walking in front of them. Why anyone would want to be in one confused him. The creatures themselves seemed to be lumbering brutes with no redeeming quality; though he couldn't get a good look at one. Slowly he moved, not feeling the rain, and knowing that the wood shouldn't feel this solid. He ran a hand towards the walls of the trench, his hand going straight through it like a ghost's. None of the strange creatures seemed to notice him either. This confused Robert to no end, where was he, and what were these creatures? He almost bumped into one as he walked. Now he could get a good look at one. It was ugly, it's body huge and muscular like a woman's, or an apes. It's eyes were sunken into it's head, it's lips curled back slightly to show yellow teeth; a cigarette in it's mouth. The thing had to be an ape. It had fur all over it's face, like a thin veil of hair. No human owned that kind of hair, or in that area. As it raised it's arm a sleeve fell slightly, it also seemed to have grown hair on it's arm. This must be some kind of ape. Despite the hairiness of the creature, it did have a few human traits. It smoked, like a woman. It's big hulking form and big round nose didn't hide the fact that it did have a sense of intelligence in it's eyes. On it's head was what appeared to be a tin derby. It slightly rang as little bits of rain hit against it. The creature also wore clothes, dirty brown clothes caked with mud. And the dark boots sunk into the ground. It almost reminded Robert of a scene from one of Jennifer's history books, but of course those were handsome women in their smart uniforms. They weren't these hairy apes with sunken eyes. "Lieutenant Johanson!!" he heard someone yell as Robert turned around. The thunder in the distance suddenly got louder as he saw a dozen figures move to the side. The yelling person's uniform was clean, and the pale, smooth features of this person proved that it was a woman. She was rather handsome, her features full and complete. Robert couldn't see any breasts, but some women had breasts so small they didn't even seem to have breasts at all. So these creatures were trained apes. A woman in their midst proved it. "Who wants to know?" he heard a creature from the small huddled group, trying to stay warm; stand up. This one was covered in hair as well. Disgusting creatures, Robert thought. The single female puffed up her chest, her face almost doing the same thing. "I am Captain Enrich. Sound off when you speak to an officer." The captain's eyes wandered to the creature's shoulders. "Serg