Orazio (Vol. 1) Orazio and the Isis hormone.

Fist date

Orazio was so nervous that his hands were shaking. In half an hour he had to be at a nearby hotel for his first personalized semen extraction.

His brain was running at full speed weighing the pros and cons of the decision he had made and the more he thought about it the bigger the knot he felt in his stomach.

But time was running out and if he was going to do it he had to leave now.

He looked at the clothes in his closet. There wasn't much to choose from. It was clothes he had been given at the orphanage, jeans, hoodies, t-shirts.... He wasn't sure if those were the right clothes to wear to that appointment.

He clenched his fists trying to calm down. Fuck it, he thought. He put on the first thing he saw and hailed a cab.

The cab was an automated vehicle that operated without a driver. Orazio sent the address of the hotel to the navigator and before he knew it he was there.

He entered the hotel. A female android, dressed in white welcomed him and escorted him to a room on the top floor and left leaving Orazio alone in front of the door.

Orazio rubbed his lips nervously. He realized that if he thought any longer he would not be able to muster the courage to knock on the door.

He rapped a couple of times with his knuckles.

Heels echoed on the other side approaching the door. It opened and a woman appeared before him.

- Hello - she greeted him.

- Hi, I'm Orazio - He thought about adding something else, but couldn't think of what to say.

- I'm Grace. Come in. Would you like something to drink? The minibar is well stocked.

- No, thank you - he replied as he entered the room and Grace closed the door behind him.

Grace sat in a comfortable armchair and watched him for a few moments making Orazio feel increasingly nervous.

- So - she said breaking the silence - Do you feel good doing this?

Orazio nodded his head.

- Yes, I'm fine - he said looking around the room.

He felt very uncomfortable standing there in front of that woman he had just met and who did not take her eyes off him, so he decided to sit on the foot of the bed.

- You're so young, - said Grace - How long have you been doing this?

Orazio shrugged his shoulders trying to appear confident in a way he didn't feel.

- It's not so much a job as a way of life - he said trying to give himself importance.

Grace bit her lip staring at him.

- No - she said - I understand. It's not just a job. It's who you are.

Orazio looked at her and nodded slowly, though in truth he wasn't entirely sure what she meant.

Suddenly Grace got up from the couch and walked over to him. She was pretty. Orazio thought that surely she would have taken the Isis hormone and wondered what powers she would have gained.

- You're an interesting man, Orazio - she said smiling and, for some reason, Orazio noticed she was wearing lip gloss.

- Thank you, madam. You look very pretty. - he said trying to be gallant.

Grace sat down on the bed next to him and took his hand. Orazio almost pulled it away startled at the sudden physical contact as she continued to watch him with interest.