Not Slut." I yell out loud. Right now I feel that I am more of a brat than a slut. How dare Daddy tell me no. Well, technically he did not say no. In ...act he all but gave me a blank check for the day, but it is the principal of the matter.Talking to myself, I emphatically plead, "Daddy, please tell me which hole you want to see get fucked." Waiting on a response, I look around for a sign. Right, as if some magic fairy is going to materialize my Daddy out of thin air from half way around the. Down range, our shot ripped through the destroyer's side, opening several decks to space in an explosion of vaporized hull plates and escaping atmospheric pressure. Her course faltered a bit but she kept coming. I fired again this time the result was more spectacular. First she dropped back a bit behind the cruisers as her drive went off line, then a moment later her reactor went critical and she incinerated herself in a white-hot nuclear explosion. Before the EMP from the exploding reactor. The daily chores for her parent’s teepee were brief, a mere public presence not suited for flirting with warriors.The weather broke today, so she ventured out far afield after completing her normal duties. Hawks drifted on a light breeze. The sun warmed the ground and brightened the winter camp. Women gathered in clusters. The old men, beyond their prime, watched the clusters, engaged in their own thoughts. Few young men had returned from hunting. She quickly walked around, surveying the. I didn't notice by then, but that image trigger something inside of me that I didn't experience since that day 20 years ago seeing my mother posing her nipples to those boys at the beach. It was like I found out my mom was kind of hot, at least to me - and probably to more men. The following weeks as I try to surpass my repressed feelings, my curiosity triggered. While my mom in the gym, I went to to her rom and started to search the drawers. With a scent of guilt I searched everything: tops,.