"I need to use the bathroom first." Art told her. "I've got to clean up this hand and take a piss. Hell, you can help me with both. Come on honey." He...took the bottle of whisky and walked into the bathroom.Karen followed Art into the bathroom and saw he had removed the bloody tee shirt and was running hot water into the basin. After testing the water, he plunged his wounded hand into the hot water and used his fingertips to clean around the damaged area. Surprisingly, after he was done cleaning. "Ah. Let me paraphrase. 'In her professional capacity, Samantha Stuart-Forrest must embrace policies which she abhors in her personal capacity.' How's that?" Sounds like delusions of godhood," Caroline said, laughing. "So what you're saying..." What I'm saying," Samantha interrupted, "is that I agree with that wise old bureaucrat in the early twentieth century who decided you couldn't legislate morality and got most of the fraternization directives expunged from military regulations. Deal with. “God, look at her tits, wish mine were that firm, I bet you’d love to come all over them, eh Lee?”This is all getting way too bizarre, but it’s not her either, so I shake my head. Jess is not giving up on this, she moves on past the stories and ads for super size dildos and Viagra. She stumbles upon the next girl, Sophia, a petite short haired, pear shaped brunette with sultry brown eyes, gazing over her shoulder on all fours holding open her plump pussy lips and showing her cute dark arsehole.. Over time, split lips, and not a few bruises over the valuation of items, and how much really was left on the chit, this system evolved until the central 'bank' was not only marking the chits but tracking who was issued how many credits and how many they had spent. You guessed it. This system became too cumbersome very quickly, and offered little flexibility, so we started printing credit certificates in various denominations. This way, community members could buy from each other as well as the.