I had received a call out of the blue one evening and it was Rachel. She was saying that she had had enough of her "old man's crap" and wanted to come...home rekindle our family bond. I didn't really know what she meant but said I would be glad for her to move back in.Deep down inside I wanted Rachel for myself and had ever since I moved in with her at age 18, It turned out she would want to get to know me in the Biblical sense.She arrived on a Saturday evening in June. It was a fairly warm. I replied I had a few varieties of wine, a couple bottles of beer, some Cuervo and a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels that hadn’t been opened yet. She told me to grab the Jack and come to bed. Who was I to refuse? When I finished locking up the house, turning off the lights and made it back to my bedroom, she was under the covers waiting for me. She told me to lay down and grabbed the bottle of Jack, opened it and took a swig. I’m not even sure she had swallowed when she went down on me. It. I smiled at the one closest to the buttons for the floors and said, "I'm going down" in that squeaky new voice of mine. That got me another smile, as three pairs of men's slacks suddenly got considerably tighter at he top of their inseams.They spent the rest of the elevator ride staring at me, my legs, my breasts, my ass. One even looked at my face for just a little bit. Inside I was screaming, but my body never showed it. I stood there letting them look at me, feeling their lust as a. Everyone else stood and saluted him, then cheered.“What do you plan on doing now, Citizen Kien?”“My Lord, I would like to become a merchant.”“We all wish you the best and remember this will always be your home.” To more applause from the peanut gallery.Promote slave to citizen 200 DP. Check. 100 gold for 225 points. Ouch but Check. “Choose two Battlemen now, Citizen Kien.” He chose two and the three of them sat down together off to the side, conversing quietly.At everyone’s questioning look,.