I mean that in a nice way. Don't get me wrong. You're not a softie. You don't fall for lines that wise guys throw your way. You're soft to the touch a...d you like soft things. You may not like me very well at first, but I hope that you'll come to have a soft spot in your heart for me.We're going to get along great because we want the same things, like a nice place to live and lots of children.I'm looking forward to our first meeting and getting to know you. Until then, don't fall for those lines. When the girls were really good Miss Brady ordered them to be given whisked strokes of the cane on their pussy which she knew led to extended and deeply erotic sessions of masturbation. All these punishments were handed out by the college robots to avoid any cross-contamination.Good girl pain was sex to Elsa and all the women and men of 2384. Historic sex was a thing only read about in history books where men and women did, ‘things,’ to each other that got them aroused. Those days were long. In fact, they probably needed help to read the instructions on the bottle before they could use shampoo. Their weak reading skills probably explained this group’s unwashed appearance. One guy was wearing old coveralls with the arms torn off. There was a name above the pocket. “Skippy” looked like he was on the fourth day of a three-day drunk. He looked like he needed a cup of coffee and perhaps some quality time at a day Spa. He had skinny arms that were too small for a full tattoo, so one arm. Of course, friends on both my side and Rob's have been a big help. As much as they can be, at least. A lot of them bring food and ask what else they can do, but there isn't anything they can do for Rob. Thankfully they don't linger for very long. “Daddy, they say there is no hope left. They say I need to come to terms with losing him. They're pushing me to pull the plug. Oh, they aren't being cruel about it. They've been great and so understanding. But how can I just let him go?” “It's hard,.