She felt like she couldn't get the water hot enough to wash away the filth. Even without the mirror she was stunned to see the bruises on her breasts... stomach, pelvis and thighs. She realized she was very sore all over her body. Despite her soreness she kept washing her breasts, stomach, legs and most of all between her legs over and over. No matter how much she washed between her legs it seemed like more sticky fluids and blood came out. Again and again her mom's words echoed in her mind,. A demonstration, giggled Merita. More like an orgy. I think we are about to have a lot of fun.I'm glad you're feeling better.She sighed. Well, wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help with my situation. We just have to find those nanites before they cause too many problems. Besides, it is not terrible here. I have pleasant company. I rather like being bonded with you.As do I, Merita. I would miss you greatly, but I also want your happiness.Such a wonderful girl. I felt her emotions beating. In fact, for at least the last six months we had been fighting at the drop of a hat with each other, and sometimes over not particularly much. Usually, it's our work schedules that mostly mess up our home life. We made most of the usual mistakes that doom marriages, but it was our inability to really sit down and talk with each other that really screwed things up royally.Lynn is a junior attorney for the largest immigration law firm in the city and she recently brought in a new client that. “Who are you talking to Loverboy?” Marie asked.“Chrissy, your beautiful older sister—I think you guys had a lunch date?” I said.She turned towards me and said, “What time is it?”“One pm, we’ve slept for two hours—but you were worth it, Marie, all three times,” I said proudly.“Oh, shit—I completely forgot, Christine, let me take a shower and change—give me twenty minutes,” Marie said, as she got out of the bed and ran to the shower.“Would you like company while she’s in the shower, Richard?”.