She looked up to her mother's face. Her mother's eyes were closed as her head lolled from side to side, her hair spread out wildly on the pillow benea...h her. Her mother's lips were open and she could see her breathing raggedly, gasping for breath as little moans of pleasure emanated continuously from between her parted red lips.Grace stood like a statue and watched in awe at the wickedly titillating sight. She could tell that the man on top of her mother was not her father, and she wondered who. I left the circus after the accidenttthat claimed a number of performers" lives twenty yeara ago." around the time Poppy was born!" I shouted.We were then taken by a robot into Chief Maglan's office. Seated at thedesk was a slender woman who bore an incredibly strong resemblance toPoppy herself. This had to be Maglan: no one else could possibly wear auniform with a Marshal's stars, at least on this out of the way, run-downplanet. Maglan herself fingerprinted Brannigan and said:"according. I drove over to her house that day and when I pulled up I noticed that her car was there along with one of her step dad's work trucks. He owns a construction company in our town and actually built the house that they lived in now. so I went inside like I normally would and looked around the house for her figuring that she was the only one home. He has several work trucks and there was only one in the driveway. I looked all around the house but did not find her. I figured she must be out with. He had room to move … slightly. Perhaps he could raise his hips from the bed. Perhaps retract a leg six inches or bend an arm slightly, but the silk was strong and it was tight. He wouldn’t be able to slip his wrists or ankles loose. She stood back and studied him. He was a few years older than his picture…fleshed out some…maybe thirty pounds more than the driver’s license showed… and he wasn’t quite as cute. Still he wasn’t at all bad looking and his manhood was certainly everything she could.