"I love you, so much, it wants to make me scream with joy, Sis. I'll love you beyond the day I die." Billy simply said "Me, too, Sis. Cathy is the gir... I love, and it will ALWAYS be that way. She is the ONLY girl I could ever chose over you."Rick looked on with all the pride he could ever have. To have a family like this one, was a dream come true. He had seen people in the Navy who hated their families, and felt sorry for them. It seemed, to him, that they had little to live for.Robbi looked. "I asked quietly, "Could you perhaps try to lube Zena up a little so I can withdraw?"Zena said, "I thought guys just got piss hardons in the morning, not that I want to fuck hardons?"Bee suggested, "If it's a piss hardon just give her an enema and let her run to the toilet." Not funny, Bee, help us. Zena's squeezing me so hard that I don't think I could even piss. If I could cum, it would go down, but she squeezing so tight that the cum wouldn't be able to squirt."Bee was working the lube all. I’ve talked to my doctor and read through the effects and side-effects. I don’t think meds are the answer. It’s the worst at night. I go to bed, feeling very peaceful, and then something happens to trigger thoughts of death in my mind and if I’m lucky, I can get rid of them. Other nights, they stay there at the front of my mind, so that no matter what I think about or if I get out of bed to do something else, they’re still there. Even trying to write doesn’t help because I’m too tired to focus.. It's nice; a creature comfort fortunately still being consumed in the late twenty-fourth century. Still, it's not quite right. The replicators, no doubt, are to blame for the slightly metallic, overcooked taste you can't quite ignore. Still, it's hard to complain too much. Since your arrival, you've been accepted and given a home--no (well, a few, naturally) questions asked. And yet you can't help but feel useless. You never had much technological savvy to begin with, and now...it'd be like a.