She felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself. Masturbation was the only way Emma had ever orgasmed. Sometimes when she was single, she’d resorted...to it when she felt her concentration suffering because of the time of the month. The urge was always strongest midway through her cycle, and when she felt it was getting in the way of real work, she’d use her hand to quickly bring herself off. Occasionally, she’d have to do it more than once a month. It wasn’t something she actively looked forward. "Not a chance, Judy! And if you tell anyone I will deny it and leave you!"Horrified at the thought of being alone, she gave in. The new Judy was afraid of her lover. Sometimes she was worried that he would hit her, though he hadn't yet. But he had a tough time pretending to be the man she used to be without the training and education that a top pilot/astronaut gets. She was afraid of that temper. It grew worse each day and if he did hit her one day, what could she do now that she was just a. "We do what humans have always done. We make do with what we got while we make what we need," I said into the night."Fortune favors the prepared." Sheila rested her hand on my shoulder as she joined me and we shared the view from beyond the cabin."Maybe. But luck favors the house. Life's a betting game. We win until we lose." I took a pre-rolled blunt stuffed with the sister's weed from my breast pocket, tapped it on the railing and struck a match. "We all lose In the end. No one leaves this. Today she’d be called a “Production Assistant.” Her new husband, Ken, was a carpenter…tall, muscular, good-looking, but – to the impressionable Maxine – still a working man and not a true “professional.” On weekends, when Dad and I would be working on the house, Ken would bring his gorgeous wife to the building site…so she could be with him while he earned extra money in addition to his regular weekly paycheck. Maxine and I got along well while all of us worked as a group. Having nothing else.