“We have a few rooms you can use but he told you our policy, right?
He told you the virus is probably sexually transmitted, right?”
With a short laugh, Parker asks, “So what,
you don’t want us porking your girls? No problem. We weren’t really
planning on it—”
“Shut up,” I tell him. That’s not what
he’s talking about, not at all. If this were about the women here,
he wouldn’t be looking at me the way he is, he wouldn’t have a
problem telling us hands off. “You mean me and Dylan.”
Ellington nods, relieved. “You have to
understand our position here—”
“What about us?” Dylan asks, confused.
“Are you saying—I thought he said the virus is gone now. I
thought—”
“We don’t know,” Ellington says.
“Wedon’t have it—everyone gets a monthly bioscan, and the
women are monitored every week when they’re expecting. I’m not
saying it’s disappeared but we make damn sure we’re not going to
lose anyone else to it. As far as we know, it hasn’t resurfaced in