All the while, he slowly backed away from me. However, as I made my way to the lower level of the station, knowing full-well what I was about to do, I wondered if it might be better for me just to go to work and forget the whole thing. Once he was sure that his shorts were staying where they were, he used both hands to push his pants down his long, lean legs. When I arrived at the far side of the lake, he was standing in covering him from his mid-belly down. Lost-boy prime was a set of memories I’d programmed into the simulator during a session in a sim-chamber soon after I’d arrived at the station. I could hear him breaking through the undergrowth as well as his deep breaths.
