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Vanishing Manhood: Part 14

Vanishing Manhood: Part 14

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 Israel Jenkins and the Last Real Man on Earth.Based on ‘One In Ten’ by FinalStand, adapted into 17 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul.At the Sentinel Eloise gave me the plan for the day. Doyle was in the 'bull pen' with the other journalists. The President of the Federation was going to make a personal appeal for me to join the National Government in dealing with this crisis. In case I was feeling 'uppity', there was going to be a special taskforce of the FBI around to make me behave."Do you know who is in charge of this Watch Dog group?" I inquired."Some hot shot out of the Capital named Enola Treyvon," Eloise studied me. "I think you've met her." How did Eloise know all this shit?"Yeah, we've met. She opted not to keep me in custody at the time," I replied in the least informative way I could think of."There has to be a story in there somewhere," Eloise pressed."Which you are not going to get," Capri intervened. "Did you miss Israel nearly getting killed in the shootout yesterday with your favorite mobster and the cops?""Since neither you, nor Mr. Jensen were questioned, I would discern you both made it out before things got too bad," Ms. Granger smirked."So, are you going to GNN this morning, Israel?" Eloise turned to me."Sure, why not?" I shrugged."What's your exit strategy this time? I don't think 'running down the stairs' will work out all that way with the FBI standing around waiting for you," she prodded.How in the hell was I going to get out? Dimples would give me a head start, but what then? I needed something, a big distraction, that didn't involve people dying.'Never be ashamed, of my best, efforts?'The chaos that had haunted my life had me leaving multiple things undone, like laundry, and the Sexbook account Troy Berry had created for me.Flash mobs had expired during the Gender Plague. A generation later, women rediscovered the spontaneity or activism of their parent(s). I had never participated in one. I had been invited to a few, but anything associated with women and the word 'mob' was a nonstarter for me. This morning, I was relying on a piece of social media I'd never used to do something I had avoided like death itself.Here was hoping I still had fans.I had to borrow Capri's tablet and off I went. I had over 32,000 'friends.’ There were 1,754 unanswered requests."Israel?" Capri asked gently. Both she and Eloise looked over my shoulder."Wow, you are a rock star," Eloise mused."I didn't know Sexbook had a Fan Fiction page," Capri noted. I was back to wanting to die of embarrassment. I didn't deserve this, as in I wasn't worthy of this level of attention."What's the plan?" Eloise prodded.I began referencing locations and ages of my 'friends', created a list and launched this appeal.I am the real Israel Jensen. I'm not promising anyone any sexual favors whatsoever. The last 48 hours have been a mess and I've done things you must all view as questionable. I regret only that I cannot do more for more people.I have always been drawn to passion and I've been lucky to share that love with several women close to me. I am sick to my soul that I let my wounds keep me from the thing that turns out to have healed me the most. I owe Angel and Kuiko, whom you may know, and Freya and Venus whom you do not. Debra, I apologize I couldn't be more. M.In an hour, I am about to do what I've done every other morning this week, something colossally stupid and definitely something that is going to piss people off. This is going to be my last hurrah, for some time, if not forever. Odds are I'm going to end up in either Metropolitan or Federation custody. I'm going to make a run for it anyway.That's where all of you come in. I need your help. I have nothing to offer in return. If any of you are crazy enough to help, gather in front of the GNN building at 8:15 this morning. If you don't show up, never be afraid to say you had a chance to do something asinine and pointless then wised up in time. May whatever face of the Divine gives you comfort be with you.Israel JensenI was hoping to hear something in ten minutes, or so. I had barely handed the tablet back when a message popped up.“What is your favorite color?” GoldenDoe34 sent. Huh?Kelly Green. My Mother had a recreation battle flag of the Irish Brigade in our living room at home I answered.“That's not what your page says” she pressed.That's because Troy Berry set up the page without consulting me I replied.“Where did you and Venus have sex?” PandorSweets sent.I'm not sure I should say. That was between us I countered.“She said in her review of you” PandorSweets stated. What the?My bracelet is broken. I didn't think women could post reviews I wondered.“Hold on” GoldenDoe34 posted. Then,Freya posted;Thank you, Israel, for saving my life and the life of my Son. Remember,...
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