I knew my husband wouldn’t appreciate that so I of course didn’t tell him.One of my coworkers was named Nick. He was a very handsome guy, probably...about 3 years younger than me, college aged as most my coworkers were. There was no doubt that Nick liked me and though I tried to hide it I found him very attractive. One day I was delivering a glass of wine to a table when I got bumped, the wine glass tipped and spilled purple wine all down the front of my white button up shirt. After the initial. "He handed me a slip of paper. "Go see this man at his shop tomorrow and he will help you choose a nice gift. Leave the rest to me. I will give you all the details in a day or two." I agreed and was about to leave when he stopped me. "One more thing. You must call her on the phone and ask her if she will do you the honor of going out with you to celebrate her birthday. No details just the invitation. Yes?" And with that, I was out of there.It was only about a week to the big day; so when I got. “Livvie loves that girl though. I remember, when she had that first positive test. Olivia went mad with nesting and bonding. I figured those girls would be inseparable.”“But Dad, I don’t remember.” I shook my head. “I’m missing out on everything. The only memories I have since I was just some mook with maybe a future in middle management, have all been about being led by the nose through this amusement park whorehouse.”Dad laughed a pitiful and scowling laugh. He looked like he tasted something. They had certainly become more organized and more desperate for new lands to rule.Beci had heard so many tales; most of which horrified her and left her cold. Some excited her.At nineteen Beci was impressionable. She had done a lot of strange things since she matured, since her breasts got bigger and golden red hair grew between her thighs; her sex would often ache and throb until she found ways to take care of it. If nothing else, Beci was inventive when it came to pleasuring herself.But, Beci.