I have never met one. Not since I joined. Only orders that come in the mail. And the techs that put you to sleep and wake you. They don't count. They ...ever go to space. After a few months leave I get my orders. Report at once. The usual. At most they give me different d**gs this time. I wake up in the coffin with no changes and no memories. Only three weeks have passed. Perhaps when I wash I will notice a scar or two where I didn't have one before. Then Lucina goes out on a mission. I continue. On the way home mom was acting stuped in the car. I also had a few drinks,so I wasnt me self. I notices mom was wearing a sexy dress for some reason I was just thinking of sucking her tits. Onces we got home,I help her get out of the car and into the house. I made her caffee to sober her up.,but as I walk towards her I notice she fell asleep in the sofa.I turn on the lights and try to get her to her bed. She didnt move she was past out. I began looking at her cleavage. It got me hard. I started. "Just to see who puts a move on you." He'd better be sober enough to perform," she laughed in return. "Because I hate those who talk the talk but can't walk the walk." Foods up!" came the call from the kitchen and Alice and I parted to seek out our partners and dig into the burgers and hot dogs.The evening got progressively livelier as it went on and inhibitions lowered and voices became louder, though not aggressive. I'd also noticed I was only onto my third beer of the evening, whereas a lot. Really.” Nodding her head slightly, she adds, “You’d think I would be used to it by now, eh?” And, like the flood-gates opening, Monica begins, in a rush, to tell me her story. “I’ve always been ‘plump-plus’ — a softer euphemism for fat, so I got used to teasing early, or thought I had.” She surrenders a shrug and a derisive snort before continuing. “You know, I’ve tried every frigging diet ever invented. Some left me tired.