How in hell had I gotten so lucky?She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she sat down to do her makeup. That smile melted my heart all over ...gain. "You need to pick out something to wear. I suggest something fancy tonight. We're all dressing up."If only she knew how much of a civilizing influence she was on me. I wouldn't dress up for just anyone. "Fine," I grumbled, "but only because you asked nicely."I dug through the closet and pulled a set of black Georgette Palazzo slacks and a. I road on our driveway specifically reinforced to handle this trucks heavy weights, pulled past the house, swung wide in the court, pushed a button to open the warehouse door, shut off that damned back-up beeper, and backed the truck in, gently whacking the loading dock with a light thud.I got out of the truck, and walked through the warehouse door and down the brick path to my house. My wife had one of those bullshit Lexus LS460 things. It wasn't a new bullshit, mind you- it was one of those. Even so, it was exhausting and he was glad that he had a healthier, more robust body than he used to possess, or else he would be out of breath. At least this would improve his fitness and expertise, so when he entered actual combat, he would be readier for it.When Billy returned to his pod, his private harem of concubines were ready for him, of course. Two of them, his mother Emma and the South African vixen Lena van der Zell, were already pregnant, but the sisters, Jenna and Christa, had. I went back to my drink and sipped it. I felt my head starting to spin as I was getting a bit tipsy. "Just you look like someone I know."She sighed. "I'm sorry. I was supposed to have met up with this girl for a drink and fun tonight but she never showed. I didn't mean to take it out on you," she explained."No worries," I replied. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and saw how sexy her legs were and how her dress dipped down the valley between her big breasts. I felt a stirring of.