Looking around I found a building, mostly destroyed with some form of books in it. The language meant nothing to me, but the pictures certainly left m... with a chill running down my spine.The front page showed a picture of a Gatherer from the Coalition of Species. Hundreds of kilometres across, a starship capable of strip-mining a world in a matter of days. If these people had been visited by one of them, it would be surprising if any had survived. But why did T'ger take me?A noise outside. That was not good enough andalthough my angry wife wanted to storm out, the promiseof Elton John making an appearance calmed her down andwe decided to stay on, holding on to our preciousstanding space next to the empty stage.A wave of rowdy crowd, latecomers, then started pushingall early birds around, and soon we found ourselvespushed to the extreme left corner of the stagedrunken as both of us were. My wife drowned her sorrowby gulping almost a quarter of the vodka down herthroat straight. "I will miss our time together." He says with a slow smile. I laugh out loud. "If only you were not my niece," He says and winks at me. "I would be the one marrying you." He kisses the tip of my nose like he did when I was little. I chuckle and hold him tighter against me. "Do you know the first time you made me want to touch you?" He asked with a grin. I looked at him and chuckled. "When?" I asked. "You were in a pretty sun dress when you jumped up on my lap. I had just got out. Although Charlotta’s panties were rather scanty,The old fart had seen her white cotton panties.The interested man gave her a stern look.He desired her bottom to really cook!He said ladies should keep their knees shut.Here, a woman who deserved a well spanked butt.She knew her husband was on a long run.Why couldn’t the old fart and have some fun.They heartily agreed they would do the deed.He, as the anal, stern father,And, she as the naughty daughter.Charlotta wished her husband would be her.