Smell your mother's ass. Stick your nose between my cheeks."As Britney's mother pried her butt cheeks apart with her hands, Britney herself tried open...ng her mother's crack even more, then planted her nose firmly at the spot where the anus was bound to be. The steamy, raunchy smell of asshole wormed into her nose and settled in her soul. Britney inhaled her mother's nasty stench and quivered with lustful delight."Oh Jesus, mom. Your asshole smells so fucking hot. Like it always does. I can't. " Bought a ship? Just how the hell did you buy a ship? I didn't know that there were any for sale!" It seems that you were mistaken. Old man Simmons had a tug for sale. I bought it." A tug! I know that ship. It doesn't have a big enough life support system for six people to go all the way to Cyrus Three! How do you plan to get there? If you kill them, then that would be murder. Even though they are wanted dead or alive, since right now they are helpless prisoners. It would still be considered. I need a shower, our sickbay and Cateria’s services. Then I want my own leather suit, not the Laro thing, nothing Hi or Dai. Sorry Har-Hi but I rather have a broadsword or an ax than all these fancy Dai blades. I prefer a fine TKU and my good ol’ .45.”“Captain I am so deep in your debt and ashamed, I am more than just happy you still talk to me.”“I would lie if I think you are completely innocent regarding my latest troubles, but I am convinced none was done with ill intent as the motivation.. Curious, he opened the door to find the smaller of the morning’s poolside performers.“Hi,” he said. “You’re Winchester, aren’t you? That’s when they said in the office. I’m Rich. Can I come in?”He held up two bottles of beer, condensation dripping off them. Rifle widened the door and stepped back. Rich stepped in and kicked one foot back, sending the door slamming shut.“Well,” he started, looking around, “It isn’t hot in here. Maybe you don’t want a cold beer.”Rifle turned to the air.