Grant and Naomi Discover That Wet “N” Antics Has An Unexpected Visitor.

11:58 am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.

North Corridor/Wet “N” Antics Corporate Leisure Facilities.

The pair traipsed across the North Corridor and entered the main entrance of the “Wet “N” Antics Corporate Leisure Facilities (rather than the R&D gym entrance); The facilities were a large rectangular space that accommodated the gym, corporate pool, changing rooms, and product testing storage areas for Wet “N” Antics US offices. Each of the areas of course partitioned off appropriately.

Grant pushed open the door to the small reception area. It was deserted but he was greeted with the faint aroma of chlorine, cleaning fluid and sweat. Vibrant aquatic murals, brand logos, and motivational slogans related to water, fun and innovation adorned the walls, keeping the company's playful and energetic ethos present even in the absence of people.

As he held the door open for Naomi he asked, “when I was breeding Mika you said something about me being powerful and creating two lives, did you think I was giving her twins?”

Naomi smiled seductively, “no Grant, I was telling you how powerful it is that when you breed a woman oft-time you are creating a new life inside her but also giving her a new life, whilst expunging her old life. Breeding me was wonderful, but up to a few moments before I would never have considered it at that point in my life. It was unplanned, a blessing to be sure, but unplanned. That means the life I had; the life I could have had is gone forever. Instead, you created a new Naomi, Naomi-mother shall we say.” Grant smiled, he wasn’t sure he fully understood Naomi’s point but he kissed her and said, “and I’m thankful for Naomi-mother!”

They searched the changing room areas for Keiko but could find no-one. Their search of the Product Storage area proved equally fruitless and they were about to move on to the pool and gym when Naomi suddenly stopped and held her fingers to her lips. She cocked her ear as if listening. There it was a very slight squeak of rubber on hard floor. The sound had come from the open door of one of the smaller back offices used in the Product Testing storage areas. They’d just now poked their head in but weren’t expecting Keiko to be hiding so hadn’t searched it thoroughly.

They shared a conspiratorial glance between themselves, maybe somehow Keiko hadn’t been bred after all and she was hiding?

“Hello! Keiko, why are you hiding? It's just me, Naomi,” she cooed entering first. She looked across the room. It was utilitarian and stark, industrial metal shelving units line the walls, their shelves laden inflatable pool toys, prototypes of sleek new water guns, and bundles of neon water balloons, all neatly separated into labelled bins. In the centre of the room was a sturdy desk, and office chair with a slight lean, the result of many hours spent seated in evaluation and design.

Naomi’s gaze was immediately drawn to the small figure, previously unnoticed crouched behind a big bundle of pool noodles. The hiding spot if someone had given the room a proper observation of the room rather than a cursory glance was more decorative than concealing. Naomi also saw the canvas slip on sneakers with rubber soles the figure wore move as the figure readjusted its position. This had made the squeaking.

"Gotcha," Naomi exclaimed automatically with triumphant glee, only to double take when she realised that she was not looking at Keiko but a white-American, with frizzy brown hair and white/blonde highlights. She was a teenager, at least 18 or 19. The girl was slim and Naomi’s keen eye could see the girl had petite and well-contoured breasts that were hidden somewhat beneath casual though expensive baggy clothing. She had a Wet “N” Antics ID badge but its yellow border indicated she was a visitor to the Office not an employee.

The girl straightened up seeing it was a woman entering the room, a nervous apologetic grin on her face tinged with a hint of mischief. "Oh, hi. I guess you found me. Thought this spot would be stealthier," she admitted, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, embodying the nonchalance of youth.

Naomi smiled but said nothing at this unknown teenager and turned to Grant outside the room, “in here,” she said.

The teenagers face dropped and she paled as she saw the big man, naked except for his shoes entering, and sporting a not inconsiderable semi-erection. In his left hand he was holding one of those strange cards the men around the mall and the Wet “N” Antics office had all become so obsessed with. The girl had slowly come to realise that the cards seemed to be the root of the sex filled madness the shopping centre was being subjected to.

Grant was surprised at seeing an American teenager on the premises. She seemed somehow familiar though. “Who are you?” he asked. Meanwhile Naomi had closed and discreetly locked the door. She sidled up to Lorna.

The girl didn’t answer.

“Listen!" said Grant, “now’s not the day to be trespassing on private property. Who are you?”

“I’m Lorna Lindor, and I’m not trespassing,” she said with a petulant defiance she didn’t feel and holding up her yellow-bordered ID badge, “my mom works for Wet “N” Antics.”

Something clicked in Grant’s brain. "Wait your mom is Cassie Lindor?" Grant said his eyes widening in recognition at his counterpart in Tokyo’s daughter. He had heard mention of Cassie's daughter in passing office chit-chat, but they had never met. He remembered Cassie mentioning a lacrosse trophy Lorna had won on her sixteenth birthday two years ago which Grant remembered had fallen on a public holiday; Grant did a quick mental calculation. She would be eighteen years old, nearly nineteen. Seeing her now, she had only a little resemblance to her mother. Her hair colour in particular taking after her father.

For some reason slightly self-conscious of his nudity in front of the young woman he subtly positioned himself in front of a high-backed office chair. His features softened, the sexual game of cat and mouse momentarily forgotten. "OK, Lorna. My name is Grant, this is Naomi Kanta. We work with your mom…well sort of,” he corrected himself, ”considering she’s moved to Japan. For that matter how come you’re State side? Shouldn’t you be with Cassie in Tokyo?”

“I stayed in the States with dad,” Lorna said, “but I’ve been over to visit her a few times.”

Grant unintentionally smirked at this. Typical of Peter to be left holding the fort while his wife made international career strides.

His smile fell when Lorna dropped the bombshell.

“But mom’s back early. She decided against staying after all and requested a transfer to get her old job back.”