Her shirt was two sizes too large for her; it draped over her large bosom and hung down her front, blatantly exposing the tops of her breasts as they swelled through the bright white fabric.Her shirt was two sizes too large for her; it draped over her large bosom and hung down her front, blatantly exposing the tops of her breasts as they swelled through the bright white fabric. "Well, you were complaining earlier that humans just saw you as my fucktoy, and not as a person in your own right. I can't guarantee you won't get the same treatment here, but I can guarantee that there'll be more people here of the kind not likely to do that." "In America?" she asked, surprised. "Not exactly. This kind of people can be found almost anywhere; Clarkesburg's just familiar to me as a sort of meeting ground for them, and it's well isolated. It would take a few hours from realizing we're here to calling the newsies. Hopefully, we'll get a full day without much undue attention from the authorities." I found it amusing that I lumped the information media in with the generic 'authorities.' But they were nowadays, as far as I was concerned. "So what kind of people is that?" she asked. "Children." There was a pause while she stared at me, and then a slow smile crossed her face. "You bastard," she announced. |