Sound about right to you?”“So, lots of street kids have that background.”“How old are you?”I looked down at the table. “Eighteen.”“How...long were you in the system?”“Fourteen years.”“I was since I was born but got out at sixteen.”I looked back up at her and asked, “How old are you.”?“Twenty-one.”When the food arrived I dug in. The Belly buster included bacon, waffles, eggs, grits, coffee in my case and juice.“Eat slowly or you might get cramps,” she said.The woman was tearing her muffin apart. Just as we were lining up for another headcount, I was called to the guard station.As I walked up to the fishbowl, I called out, “what’s up, Milt? Somebody flake out on KP? you short in the laundry?”The fishbowl was the central guard station for our unit. The supervising guard could watch all of the pods he controlled while his main job was controlling the doors in those pods. His primary job was hitting the panic button if things got out of hand. He was also a sort of director. When the Lt.. ”“Dad, what is happening in Russia?”Stan started a second hologram and peered at it.“The Russians are moving on several fronts. They are also attempting a significant cyber-attack on the West to cover their actions. North Korea is quiet,” said Stan.Stan moved on to look at China.“The Chinese are ready if attacked but are not moving, as some predicted, on Taiwan.”“Let’s look at Europe,” said Stan.“The agreement was signed in New York half an hour ago. Several capitals had demonstrations after. Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting cheeks of her ass, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks, where the soft swell joined her milky thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the two Mexicans, rotating it lustily in an unmistakable lewd sexual invitation.She revelled in what she was doing -- offering herself bodily to two Mexicans, right here in her landlord's apartment! The wicked, forbidden.