A Briefing

John

"Aaaand done," I declared withdrawing the needle from Rachel's arm. "Sorry about all of these tests. I've never grown a person before."

"That's alright. I've never been alive before," she said. "I never properly thanked you for that by the way."

I looked up and there she was looking directly at me, at my eyes. My unprotected eyes. I tore my gaze downward. I don't want another accident on my hand. In my haste to look away, I found myself gazing on her breasts capped with erect nipples.

"Silly me, here I am blabbering on about tests and blood samples when you're exposed to the cold. Here take my lab coat."

"Thanks," muttered Rachel slipping into the coat "but I can't very well wear your lab coat around everywhere, can I? I'll need my own clothes eventually."

I'm an idiot. Of course she'll need clothes. How did I miss that. Looking at my watch I declared "the mall does not stay open this late, so we will have to get you clothes tonorrow. Until then, my things will have to do."

"Well, can I at least get something to eat. I'm famished."

"I guess I can brief you while you eat," I sigh, "Do you like pizza?"

"What's pizza?"

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Author's Note:

Alright readers, who do you think should be responsible Angela's ****? Who are John and Siren going after?