She then went out onto the balcony to enjoy her coffee and the morning sun.She lived on the top floor of Skypad luxury apartment complex in Orbit City...on Earth.Jane and her husband George had paid for the apartment with the insurance money from her father's death. He had been killed in a freak accident, so the insurance payout was huge.Jane's mother had given her the money to make sure that she and her children always had a roof over their heads. As her husband George was always getting fired. Mandy wasn't satisfied with that solution. It was fine for her but she thought that Greg was missing out. She talked to Traci and they agreed on a plan. That night when they headed for bed, Traci followed them down the hall instead of heading to her own room. While this wasn't unique for the trio, it didn't happen often and usually when Traci was feeling the need for their company. Greg was more than happy to have the woman's company since he did miss being buried deep into a warm pussy.The. I could remember him from a brief meeting many years before, back then he was kinda weird, and initially his comments I put down to drinking too much, but there was something in his demeanor that shouted out loud to women, inexperience, in large dozes, unable to communicate comfortably with females and a self defecating lack in confidence, it was as if he knew he was doomed to failure, so he distanced himself and pretended he did not want to know, but in his quieter moments you sensed his. Unfortunately Jen wasn't old enough to go out on the town with us yet. We used to come home after closing the last club just before dawn and I would immediately crash. Jill was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me; I tried to keep up with her but usually failed miserably.One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it. My memories.