’ The parlor had a new fragrance which to Hudson smelt like roses. On a record player was an album of Beethoven’s 9 symphonies conducted by the f...med Austrian conductor Herbert Von Karajan, the Professor’s favorite. He had recently hired a housekeeper, something he had never done before. Hudson wondered if this was done as a way to make human contact. In his old age, the Professor had become a hermit. He didn’t like socializing with the opposite sex or even with other men his age. He had never. Through jeans this felt amazing. She had her head resting on my shoulder but soon turned to give me a kiss in the neck. Almost by accident I grabbed both Lauren and Sam's thighs to stop from moaning. Almost by accident. Sam didn't react, except maybe to breath in deeply and give me a stunning view of her chest. I remembered she said she'd be turning 18 next week. Awesome 17 year old breasts. By this stage we'd all finished out glasses of wine and were feeling really buzzed. At least I was, and. This wasn't long after they'd indentified the Luyten 726-8B binary system as the host of a plague that necessitated drastic action. By the time a space fleet from Proxima Centauri arrived at Earth's Solar System, some fifty or so years after the event, all that was left of humanity was confined to space craft and colonies that hadn't been capable of surviving without the help of the home planet and its two largest extraterrestrial colonies. All that was left of Earth's three or four billion. With the proper coaxing, she would fall into his arms again. He knew it! He just knew it!"Good photography, Priss," Clete said. "You're a real artist."Priscilla chuckled bitterly. "Look at that little pink asshole dance and twitch! Fuck, I'd like to see that dog screwing it, right there in her ass, while her husband watches."Clete said nothing. He didn't want anything to happen to Desirée. He cared about her, wanted her in his bed again and again and again. He didn't really want that.