After a rough shave the man threw on his dirty uniform from the day before as it was his cleanest pair. He wore the same uniform as the messenger from...earlier with two exceptions. He had a green stripe down the seam of his collar and cuffs and wore a orange aiguillette. His name tag read Handon and he was one many Americans in the fleet. Handon stepped into the cramped passageway, which was only big enough for two people to walk alongside. It was crowded at all times as here the timezones had. It was just that she viewed having sex as a chore she had to perform because it was her wifely duty. She had even gotten worse after their daughter Karen was born. Frank had thought many times about divorcing the bitch; but he was designing the new hypnotic drug that, once perfected, and if it worked, he planned to use it on her. If it worked as expected, she would make up for all the mediocre sex after she was turned into a willing slut.Frank was extremely excited when he had started his wife. ..I...." I was jacking off listening in on it. Sometimes I'd peek into your room and would watch you sucking cock, getting fucked in your cunt...or even your ass once! " Where the fuck did you learn this kind of language?" I asked.Steve laughed at me. "Oh come on mom, you don't think I haven't checked out porn? One of your "boyfriends" in the park let me borrow it." Who???" I ain't telling you. But what I am gonna tell you mom is that now you're fucked. You're fucked because now you're. I don't know what I was thinking but one thing for sure I wanted it out of my hands and away from my face so I sort of threw it down. I watched it hit the dresser top and bounce on the floor. I stepped backward until my legs hit the bed; when I did, I just sat down still looking at myself in the mirror. Needless to say, I was stunned; I was sick and I tried to think of where my life was going, what would I do next, is it too late to stop acting this way or was I past the point of no.