I could smell him. It was not unusual to smell another man in my apartment; you might say my wife and I had an arrangement. This time it was Peter the...young barista from the coffee shop on North Street.I walked inside, placed my briefcase next to the table and continued into the lounge room. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the. "No, honey, that's me with Daddy and Grand Dad," Mommy corrected. "They'd just brought me home from the auction." Wow, Mommy, you were really young." I was, Becky, a year younger than you." Wow."On screen, the girl pleaded as the older man tied her hands to a post and the younger one positioned himself behind her. "Please, no! I'm going to be a nun" she gasped as her begging turned to screams and her narrow rear passage welcomed its first visitor."And you still hurt just as much today," Mommy. So I decided to ask what it was and was a bit shocked at the answer I received but my curiosity grew stronger.The family holiday was approaching and we were finally told that we would be going to portugal. I really wanted to try out what my friends had told me so decided to do it before we were scheduled to leave on the following friday. My sister was out that night which was good because then I would have plenty of time. I had heard that smelling girls underwear was heaven so I scavenged. The trip would take nearly a week, and we were told that our convoy hada special clearance to use Phase Portals which jumped us past a lot ofthe regular traffic. "This trip took your Sister Missy almost a month,"commented one of the other Truck drivers heading back with us. Wetalked and found out the support trucks, a pair of huge rollingMilitary Chow halls were from a place called Earth and they'd leftthere to be free to travel the stars. But had needed the stability ofsupporting a military.