These certified “facts” go down to details such as friends & family being rated as the “experts” on each other’s clothing style and experien...es. Makes sense, right?The system has become so much a part of normal life that people accept whatever is certified as "fact", while hordes of simulated intelligence software bots adjust the "certifacts" to smooth over any contradictions - - - often influencing individuals memories in the process. Nobody likes contradictions, so it's seen as a good. The table fit tight up to her chest and pressed into her. ?Lift up your tits so I can get my table under them? Master ordered.With that Sue lifted her breasts as master pushed the table tight to her body. The small table then locked in place. ?I want to see my tits laying on my table, open up your blouse?. With that order Sue started unbuttoning her blouse. She had a hard time with the table pressing into her. ?Here, let me help you? master exclaimed, as he loosened the table. ?Take your. (Gods)"Melda Min." He spoke in a soft whisper like the fingers of a breeze across her skin in the summer."Nauta... Nauta Melme." She answered as she leaned back against him, the warmth of his body burning her own flesh even through their uniforms where they pressed together. She shivered in delight as his powerful arms snaked around her small waist and pulled her gently back against him."Where ... where is Bella?" He asked in that husky whisper, his lips so close to her sensitive ear."She .... Alice Grayson the NAAFI girl who had lost count of the men who had screwed her behind the canteen. Then there was my cousin’s wife Elsie Tucker, who I had on my first leave, he had died – run over in the black out. Carol Knight the barmaid in the Feathers, she was always available to aircrew. So were a couple of others who had best remain nameless as they later married mates of mine. Back to the park, I pushed and boy was she tight. I shoved again and still did not get in. She lifted her legs.