In some way Grundy's blasphemy was like a jolt of fresh air, or a couple of corpse revivers. With the thought of liquor, Comstock suddenly realized that he should be sick. His heart should be bothering him. It had been ages and ages since he had had a drink. And yet, despite all the alarums and excursions, his heart had not bothered him. That was odd.... But all thought, and almost all consciousness ebbed away when that voice came thundering down. It said, "Take them before The Fathers before you bring them to me!" The R.A.'s paused in their tracks and then changed the direction in which they had been going. Ahead was the biggest door that Comstock had ever seen. Discreetly lettered on it was a sign. It read, "The Fathers." The leader of the R.A.'s opened the door and then Helen, Grundy and he were pushed through the door into an ante-room. It was small and on the far side of it was an even bigger door than the one by which they had entered. All around the walls of the little room were chairs. Comstock realized with horror that the door was all that separated them from the united might of the Fathers. They must be meeting in solemn conclave, deciding what should be done with the three guilty ones. And then the R.A.'s left, their halos shining more brightly than Comstock had ever seen any R.A.'s halo shine. The three were alone. The Fathers in the next room, and above all brooding in titantic majesty was The Grandfather ... waiting.... Helen sat down, crossed her legs, with a flourish that revealed not only her slim a....s but, Comstock gulped as he watched in awed fascination, he could see her c....s! They were round and full. Throwing himself into a chair next to her, Grundy said, "It's their next move, blast them! I hope they hurry it up!" Unable to do anything but pace back and forth, sneaking an occasional look at Helen's l..s, Comstock brooded about what had happened to him. Nightmarish in essence, he yet wondered whether it hadn't been worth it. He was no braver than ever, but there were new emotions, new sensations raging through him. After all, he was a man. And as a man, he was, when all was said and done, capable of being a father. For that matter right at that moment, and looking almost boldly at Helen's c....s, he felt that he would kind of like to be a real Father! Not with Helen, after all she was Grundy's, but with some other girl like her.... He had not ever felt that way about any of the elderly ladies he had seen, and certainly never with the woman he visited once a month. Turning he faced the door behind which the Fathers were sitting and considering his case. The arrogance of them! To think that if his friend's hypothesis was correct, these men had their pick of all the young girls on the planet with whom to.... Even then, he could not think the word, but the anger was real. He still could not watch when Grundy k....d Helen and touched her, but he found that it was for a different reason.