"A few paragraphs ago, Mrs. Grey was dead, and now I'm performing a booty call on her every Thursday; Mr. Grey is a raging homosexual plantation owner... and Amber, well, Amber's one lusty little trollop. The entire family wants to use me as their plaything! What will I do?" As these thoughts tumbled around his keen Jewish mind, Daniel spotted Katie, the Grey's feisty French poodle. Katie was not a normal dog, for she could talk, albeit with a heavy French accent."Bon jour," she greeted him,. Biting her lip she braces herself a little as she smacks the brush hard onto her ass. A tiny moan escapes her lips causing her to want more. She brings the brush down onto her ass once again. She turns her ass to the mirror seeing the redness she's caused. 'God that feels good,' she whispers as she turns away. She bends over a little and continues. Her ass stings as she brings the brush down more and more. A familiar wetness has returned between her legs. Not one to wait she removes her bra and. Jane was clad in her Grateful Dead t-shirt and shorts. A very tight t-shirt I noted, along with her smooth thighs. She's shaved today, I told myself, thinking tonight might be a very good night. Then Jane asked me if I wanted to get Gassed that night. The way she said that could mean only one thing: the Noble Gasses had a keg. The Gasses were a bunch of geek guys who couldn't get into the frats so decided to create their own once they were all out of the dorms and able to rent a place. “Mr. Neugruber, prepare your Marines for boarding action.”My command seat was in battle mode and once again it was as if I was sitting outside on the hull with an unobstructed view of space. Of course it was a simulation and the images our visual sensors received were not constructed from visible light but hyperspace distortions, tachyon reflection and mass energy detection. Standard light speed sensors were as inadequate as the human eye had not chance to see that far or make out objects as.