...As I walked down to my basement I could hear my thirty-two year old sister Emily crying in her cage. Since it was only her second day of sexual ens...avement she was still pretty shaken up so I was going down their to get her used to her new life and “break” her in. as I approached the cage I said “don’t cry Emily, I love you and I’m going to take care of you” while I slapped a folded leather belt on my palm. I opened Emily’s cage and told her to get out and stay on her knees. Her hands and. My mother was glad I was finally dating someone again.That night my dad and I drank beers on the porch and talked about the companies that were open. He'd been in the business for years and I'd already put in several years of my own. I'd be fine. I was on the right track, and in a couple years I knew I'd be designing the buildings I'd always dreamed of. I retired late that night, book in hand, in bed. The hours crept by and, near midnight, there was a knock at my door. Monica, in nothing. Over the week he had come to see that he had been a fool. Here he was married to a lovely and desirable woman, and one moreover who was as hot a cat on a tin roof, and he was pushing her away. As soon as he got back he was determined to mount his wife and give her a royal fucking.Only it had not gone that way. When he announced his new attitude towards sex Janet had reacted not with passion, but with scorn."Oh, goody," she said, venom dripping from her words. "You went off and got permission. Sleeping quarters, a rec/mess hall, the head and the cockpit."She's a quad drive," the hanger guy says, pointing to the throttle."Dual lift propigator." It's fine, I can fly it," I tell him.He gives me a thumbs up and heads out. I pull the checklist off the walland go over it in my head. It's got the flight plan too. Big Bertha isoff the planet in three hours.I watch the hanger bots load the last of the cargo, and close the bay.Takeoff is easy. There's some tricks to flying a dual propagator,.