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“I’m not very experienced,” I admitted shyly. “I’ve never had sex.”
“Neither have I,” Jakob said, “but I know what to do.” Frank and Carson sometimes leave their bedroom door open when they’re doing it. It’s not that I’m perving on them; they intentionally leave the door open. It’s part of my education.”
“We don’t have to leave the door open, do we?” I asked.
“Not if you don’t want to. At some point, Frank and Carson will want to check on my progress. They’re really good
The St. Olaf reference is hilarious. I read about a town in south central Minnesota called New Ulm that has a high percentage of people with German ancestry and was looked upon suspiciously by the government between WWI and WWII. I know it’s nothing like that now, but a fictional place like that might be receptive to Ahnenerbe in the ‘30s.
Good questions as usual. A ten to fifteen percent bump from generation to generation is probably manageable. We all have friends that are little smarter or less smart than we are. An over than thirty present bump is more obvious and liable to cause friction. Makes me wonder if the scientists that designed the program in the 1930s anticipated Gen 6 and planned for the discord.
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“It’s OK,” I said. “Emma, it won’t work for Oscar and me, and it won’t work for you and Frank. Give it a shot. I want you and Oscar to be happy.”
She looked at me with a sober expression and said. “I couldn’t do that.”
“I want you to. Please.”
**
“I’ll think about it,” said Emma. “But I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be OK.” I tried to convince myself as much as Emma. “I’ll tell Oscar that he can ask you out.”
She took my hand with a sorry look and
Good observations. Goes to show, that being perfect, isn’t perfect. This is my first first person POV story. I’m still trying to find my way. Thanfs for the comment.
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“We were born into this life, and when we reached maturity, we rejected it,” said Oscar. “I hope, in time, you will understand. Until then, we realize you might want nothing to do with us, and we will honor your wishes.”
Oscar looked at me, and a tear streaked down his cheek.
I had a lot to figure out. We all had a lot to figure out.
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“We’re going to conceal the artifacts in the pond now,” said Frank. “We’ll drive you back to the city when we finish.”
“I need