Sarah, you do not need to worry about feeding him because the replicator can feed him everything he needs exactly where he needs it without going thro...gh his normal digestive system. That is important because the bullet did some damage to his intestines and stomach.“Here, let me show you what I mean about the replicator making food. Replicator, please make enough strawberry shortcake desserts for everybody to have one.” A blue sphere appeared on the table in front of each person, including me,. I burst into tears. Sliding down the wall with my clean hands over my face, I had lost all hope. I was defeated.For a week or so, I moped around the bedroom. Watching tv and sleeping was all that consumed my time. I was fed three square meals a day, provided through a small hatch in the door that I had neglected to notice before now, and had fresh clothes every morning.In the middle of the eight night in Rowne’s house three men entered the bedroom. I was awoken to a rough hand being applied to. . I'll be good to you," Karen said, tantalizing Laura.And it worked. Laura realized she was wet, just from this brief conversation. Her pussy was hot, throbbing, flowing with fuck juice."God, honey, I'll be over in a minute," she breathed into the phone."Don't get in an accident."The minute she stepped inside Karen's apartment, she knew that a conflagration was in store. She could almost smell the smoke already. It was in Karen's eyes, and she knew Karen must see it in hers. Trying to restrain. I wrote thisparticular one around five or six years ago. I wrote this one by takingthe story from project Gutenberg archive and giving it TG theme.The Real PrincessThere was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then shemust be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes offinding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesseshe found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it wasimpossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another,.