Andie did.*OPTIONS:SELECT ONE.FORWARD.BACK.OVER.UNDER.SIDEWAYS.DOWN.*"Let's go back to the Island before we get into uncharted territory," suggested A...drea."Good idea." Wait," said Andy, "I want to see what heaven looks like." This isn't heaven," Tim explained, "This is Earth 22 thousand years in the future." Is it exciting? Fun? Pretty?" It's actually pretty dead." Boring?" Dead." Dead?" she questioned, "Like DEAD?" This space where we are is it." Tim continued, "Outside is a deadly virulent. My wife allowed me to have this small sanctum in return that she got the rest of the house to decorate at her whim -- it was worth it despite the color choices she picked for the bedrooms. Next to my gaming PC was a security monitor, where I could check on various rooms of our four-bedroom house in the suburbs, including the living room where the seven women were gabbing. Curious, I turned up the volume to listen in what they were talking about."My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant. So here's the deal: I'm training her to be my fuck slave. She has to do whatever I tell her."Stan's eyes just about popped out of his head. "You're shittin' me." I was close enough to smell his rank breath."I shit you not, Stan. I don't want you to get in trouble. But I need a big favor. Just let her stick around long enough to choose a few things, then she will give you the best blow job of your life."His mouth hung open for a moment before his face lit up and he grinned. He emerged from. After one or two niceties, Tristran discreetly excused himself, mumbling something about needing to say good evening to the Foreign Secretary. Two minutes later, however, I spotted him chatting up two gorgeous looking teenaged Pakistani waiters."So how did your trip to Baku go?" I asked Tariz, slipping easily into the role of dutiful concubine."Bad! The government has nationalised my agro-chemical company." Why?" Avarice. Financial jealousy, my dear." He shrugged. "Still, I managed to hang on.