.but hidden in the interior design. Smiling to herself, she remembered the summers she had spent living with Nana, waiting for the time they could fix...the house to match their dreams. Nana would never see that now….but Shannon promised her the night Nana died that it would get finished. Now was the time. Unfortunately, there was only one person who could do it right. Walking across the foyer, past the reception desk, she never noticed the appreciative looks she received form the males present.. Her husband began to tire and grow weak from her constant demands of kinky "housewife" sex and he resorted to excuses to explain his lack of strength. They mutually decided that she needed some outside therapy from well-hung male sperm donors to ring her orgasm bells.When her Harold came in the door with two of his friends from work, she was shocked to see they were both black and a lot taller and more solidly built than her slender husband. He explained that Jeff and Gordon were both foremen. ”My implant beeped telling me that the 1MC was back to me. “All stations, set condition Zebra Alpha. Secure from engine start.”Zebra Alpha was a modified condition Zebra that allowed personnel to move around the ship as necessary to go to the head if they needed, or to another space if their duties required it. Airtight hatches could be opened to allow you to pass, but had to be closed as soon as you got through the hatch. Ventilation ducts could be opened to make the crew spaces a little more. It was also obvious that leaving by the front door wouldn't be a good idea."I left quietly by the back entrance and stayed under cover. I wanted a rifle and ammunition for it badly now. Of course, I hadn't even shot my pistol though I had loaded it and learned how to set and release the safety. I was not a shooter and needed to practice to hope to hit a target."I walked about a mile and found my truck. The thief had been shot and robbed of what possessions he had. I debated taking back my truck.