To The Police Station

The drive to the police station seems to take a age, leaving you plenty of time to mull over everything you have seen and heard since you arrived in this world. So far you have been able to count the number of men you have seen on one hand, so that must mean that either they are all somewhere else or there just aren’t that many of them in the first place.

If that is the case then that might go someway to explaining the ideas on modesty and sex. You float the idea that maybe the men are expected to impregnate as many women as possible but you quickly push that idea down as being too stupid to be true. However even as you try to come up with other explanations that idea keeps popping back up.

By the time you are pulled out the back of the police car and frog marched into the building you are starting to get a real….