The returns are shipped to another warehouse. Then that supposed crap is sold on the open market or discounted to some cut-rate outfit. It would be to...al profit for whoever was doing the shuffling and our company is picking up the tab. Or maybe the product doesn't even leave here. It may be marked rejected and eased out. If the person in the warehouse is crooked, there again it would be clear profit."The third thing I see is the morale in the whole plant. There is no respect shown for the. I had really wanted to go to town with lights, inside and out, plus lighted characters to hang on the house and put in the garden, but Mom and Dad had put their foot down and told me no.The house still looked festive, but it wasn’t garish, which is probably what would have happened if I had been let loose.Although we were not actively religious people, the ladies in the family all loved midnight mass and singing carols, so we men were kept up late escorting them.Christmas day dawned clear skies. It was a tough decision but I decided to board there too. I missed my family and my little sister terribly, but I wanted a little experience of college before going away. It was worth it.Back to the story.I haven’t seen my sister, Melissa, for 2 years now. She is 17 now and about to go into senior year of high school. When I left, she was a barely developing 15 year old. Wow has she changed. I almost didn’t recognize her. She grew into a beautiful young woman. Flowing blonde hair, a 5. “You want to give me a hand with her? I need to have some fun, too.”“Are you still walking around with that thing,” Jake chuckled. “No.” Tina unbuttoned her jeans, and struggled to pull them off. She walked over to the petite blond who was still dazed from being fucked by Steve. What she saw next made her pale in the face. “As you can see boys, I got a bigger one.” Tina was wearing a strap on was covered in studs, as long as Steve’s, and almost twice as thick. Tina knelt down, licked some of.