."I got everything back on the hangers."Come on, shorts too. We can't have any drippings."I reached for my original boxers, the ones with the pre-cum ...tains."No. You're not wearing anything until it's time to go. You can't get it messed up."Fucking bossy older sister. It sucks how I just fall into this old routine."Kylie... thanks for helping me out. Really. But I thought that... well... you know we talked on the phone on Sunday about... us..." Yeah never mind about that. I was just horny.. It was our custom, to play hard then party hard. Our wives or girlfriends would join us at the tavern. My wife made sure she made the scene, drank and danced late into the night. It all started going downhill the night my wife complained that she was chilly and my teammate, Tom, rushed to throw his jacket over her shoulders, blatantly brushing her breasts as he did so. It all added up – the time she spent near Tom at these gatherings, how she laughed at his jokes, how he made sure he got one. However, we publically defined the reason as the movement of hundreds of thousands of residents aimlessly wandering through a Silo would place too great a load on the elevators, which would in turn interfere with the day-to-day activities of the Silo’s support staff.The contractor had finished the necessary changes to Level 13, and I was to meet Sam at the Auburn Freight Yard after lunch to tour the Auburn Silo before we started our Acceptance Inspections. While we were doing our inspection, I. It was missing entirely. The college kids were the same drab rag tag troupe. The clothes were simple, often made by their parents or made by neighbors and sold on the black market. The cool and wild kids sat in the back. That’s why Delal sat in the very first front row. The boisterous action of the cool kids always startled her. She was intrigued from a distance though. Delal was a little on the small side. The top of her beige dress had pockets with covers. The pockets were stitched in a neat.