I took one look in the mirror and shook my head, underneath the light tan I work so hard to obtain, my skin looked flushed and overheated. I pushed my...messy bed hair out of my face, where the light sheen of perspiration was causing it to stick. At least Mike isn’t around to see this trainwreck. Mike is my boyfriend, whose sweetness always leads him to tell me how pretty I look, regardless of how I feel. Obviously he is blinded by love because this particular look was not what anyone would call. Before the Feds stepped in, call signs were issued according to 'fist' speed (Fist speed is how fast a person can transmit Morse Code) and state or area of residence. 'W' designated excellent 'fist'... '8' is Michigan, Ohio and Indiana. 'PSY' means the 'HAM' was licensed very early in the development of 'wireless telegraphy'. The more letters there are after the state designator, the more recent the license. Three letter licenses were issued sometime before 1920.It's my Dad who is the HAM, I. Football wasn't supposed to be a contact sport, but it happened a lot, and you had to be prepared to get hurt. Hassan's eyes had widened and he hadn't been able to say yes fast enough. Shahia had grudgingly given him permission, but only on the condition that he'd done all his homework before Thursday night.Chris had checked with Shahia during the day, so he knew the answer, but he still asked anyway. "So, done your homework?"Hassan nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, definitely." Okay, come and. Eva will deal with that. Now, come `kitty and bring that bottle with you. We should fuck and sleep, no?’ I followed her up a large stairway to a huge bedroom with a massive bed. The sheets were silk and turned down. Greta stood next to me, her hand on my arse. ‘I like silk sheets – I am a hedonist, yes. Take off that dress and let Greta see you.’ I stripped off and she walked around me, touching me, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples until I gasped softly which made her smile. She stepped.