Tami was a lovable person who certainly knew her stuff. Any school that failed to hire her had sure missed the boat. Anyway, Mary explained most of wh...t we would expect from her, including her moving in with us. Everything we required, she accepted, especially when she was told that we would pay off her student loans. The only thing she was not told was the little detail of becoming a "sex slave." I didn't like springing this on Tami without her permission, but my three women assured me that. (The +5% isn't compounding, it's of the base amount, so the same poundage increase every month.)Just being weightless is useless, as I'd need additional force to accelerate myself in some direction or other, rather than being blown around by the breeze. Choosing 0.1 g as my minimum acceptable acceleration would require an NP force of 170 x 1.1 = 187 pounds. I'd need to increase my NP force by 187 / 98 = 1.9. In other words, it'd require a 90% increase in NP force, which would take 18 months.An. "I merely got you started. This is the chap who won the place." He turned to Nigel and held out a hand. "Congratulations and well done! That's great news."Nigel shook his hand. "Thank you, sir," he said simply.Fiona pulled herself together and did the introductions. Hank bought a round of drinks and they sat down at a table with them."Now," he said to Nigel, "I want to hear a blow by blow account. Oh, whoops, sorry! Have you heard it already, Sheila?" Some but I'd like to hear it all."Hank. She was dressed in a yellow blouse tied around her waist and white shorts, the kind you could see through. (Don't women know men can see their panties through their white shorts?)Her daughter Rachel was an innocent but physically developing beauty of 14 who was so sheltered she wasn't even allowed to date yet. Like her mother, she also had dark brown hair but wore it in a youthful pageboy cut. In addition to her gray schoolgirl skirt, she wore a white blouse with buttons down the front, navy.