This, although by far the worst of Elizabeth’s indiscretions, was only the last in a series of misdemeanours that had caused him embarrassment and c...ncern, but what could he now do to curb her wilfulness when all his earlier attempts at taming her had failed? He’d tried talking to her but any professed repentance barely lasted an hour, something much more drastic needed to be done. But what? ?She takes after her mother.? The King reminisced. ?I only married her for financial reasons and wasn’t. “So space for passages is limited.”“Wow, that makes sense, but its also scary,” Miki said just as we reached the door. It slid open at our approach. “But what about the doors?”“I expect we are seeing only some of the doors. Once battle is joined bulkheads will probably seal off areas of the ship no one is in. The air would be removed so that those areas are less likely to have blowouts,” I said.Miki merely nodded as we passed through the open doorway. We could see that there was a door to our. There must have been 100 people there. As we were walking in, I saw that each girl had a card with a number on it and they made a big show of displaying it to everyone we passed.“What’s with the numbers?” I asked.“All the girls have numbers. That’s how the boys will vote to determine who Tony’s girlfriend is. We’re just walking through and campaigning. The guys took your dates to get their numbers. I’m betting none of them get a single vote.”“That’s not fair,” I said. “No one here knows. - aaaaaaahhh, aaaayyyyyy, my ass, my ass, it hurts, it hurts bastard. Manuel grabbed my hips tightly, got in and pulled out his cock without mercy, I had my body supported on the stool, my legs bent down on my knees and he kept ramming my poor ass- whore, whore, whore - plof plof plof- here, pig, take shit. - ay bastard, ayyyyy, as you have me, my legs do not support me, aaaayyyy, aaah, my legs, aaayyyy my ass, aaaayyyyyyMy legs were shaking and he kept his swing, my sphinter was burning, all.