Shaken and confused, he stepped off the elevator at his floor and walked quickly. And he was about to combine his DNA with hers. Her face was radiating joy, her eyes welling up with happy tears as she collapsed onto him, kissing his neck and face all over and whispering, “thank you, thank you!”
It seemed to be contagious. He felt resistance. Neither needed to explain to the other why they needed him. Shockingly, this brazen stranger seemed to be a virgin. “Can he go again?” someone asked. The other swimmer won, straddling his body and grinding her wetness on him. Eleven! “Hi, I’m Leizu,” said the taller jogger who opened the door. Why was he ever trying to run from them? His accountant brain had been counting as he went, and reported there were eleven of them. Seeing stars, he closed his eyes a moment.
