I sighed. "Give me a few minutes to place everything on standby. Do you wish to meet me on station here? Or did you want to send a gig for me?" I aske... with some trepidation."Let us meet on my ship! I wish to show you my command. Then we can take my gig to the station and you can show me which den of iniquity has the best drinks on this god forsaken station!" he told me jovially."Well, I have only been here a couple days myself. So we might have to explore a bit to find the best one," I. I stopped going to school altogether. Momma didn't care, and the school administrators never missed me. I mean, if I had been fucking one of the teachers, like many of the other girls, they might have cared. But I never gave a damn what kind of marks I got, and I had enough cocks to fuck without needing any teachers. Gary didn't pay me for those massages anymore, but since I was almost living with him, it didn't matter. I also sort of became a big sister or step-mother to little Katie.Don't. The man asked, "Would you take a hundred bucks for two of them?" No, I'm afraid I couldn't do that. I wanted a hundred each, but I will meet you in the middle," I suggested."One fifty is fine," the wife said. "We do get our pick of the litter?" Okay, but you pick one and I pick one. I promise I won't give you the worst of them," I agreed.They picked what they thought was the best. I didn't really know that much about pews or how I would ever use them in the cabin, so I just picked one with a. But before you go passing any judgment on me, spendsome time in my shoes. You see, I run a very, very, very successful inter-dimensionalservice. One that certain goody goods may not find too moral. But myladies enjoy the job they do, and the customers seem to enjoy it too. My "house", as you people would call it, is located at 32985Flexium Universe just past the multi-universally famous, Hotel of theNight. It's the little place with the homely, nuclear family look ofyour 50's. My ladies and I.