I nodded, "Of course. I keep my promises!" I said, taking full advantage of the opportunity to look like I had my shit together and quite ignoring the...fact that could be considered a slam against her. Thankfully it passed her by."Good. We are all good to go. We have to stop by your place first. But we have plenty of time." Plenty of time for what?" I asked. This sounded like more than a simple day out somewhere."It's ok, I've taken care of everything. And ... you just wait and see Mister. Get. Around 3 o'clock my Wife and her sister turned up and sat at the bar chatting to each other, i could see my mate glancing over to my wife and then smiling at me knowingly, he said after a while what will you do when you get home go straight to bed, i said no that's boring, we like to have a little fun, by now i had had a few drinks and was feeling brave and open,i told him i was going to strip her naked and blindfold her and tie her hands to the bed and that we pretended that a stranger joins. Being his roommate had been a good deal for Johnnie who was considerably less well off, was glad of his friend?s ability to pay for everything. Even better Ben?s mom had invited him to spend the summer at their house so he would live rent free and really be able to sock away some cash.Mrs. Sims, she asked him to call her Susan and he was still trying to remember to do that, was about 45 years old Jonnie figured. She was in great shape with a body that could only be called voluptuous. Her. “I heard that!” Twitty shouted from the airlock. “One should consider one’s self lucky that I accepted your claiming!”Typree laughed as he clapped Ambrose on the shoulder. “Ah cousin. Glad I am it’s you and not I!”“Don’t worry Typree Maxor; all three of the Queens have plans to have you married within three or four Malants.” As Typree’s face went from elation to one of horror, it was Ambrose’s turn to laugh.“I don’t have the time for such things, Queen Twitty I...” Typree started.Twitty stared.