It’s for those readers who asked for more (read – I’m amazed that there were so many of you). I apologize for the way the pieces don’t seem to...fit perfectly but if I continue to get feedback I might be convinced to start a unique, erotic, story just for this site. Who knows? I hope you enjoy, Azrof. * * * * * Choices that need to be made, Promises that threaten to be unmade. A lengthy self-inspection first. Where was I born? I recall my mother and father on Earth, remember their scent and. The Gruff brothers lived by themselves in a ramshackle house on the outskirts of the village. That matters, but not a lot.The reason the shack matters is that this is where Lucinda, the daughter of a local farmer, would visit, whenever she felt the need of company. Male company, and not her father. Lucinda wasn't blessed with high moral standards, but she had pert breasts to compensate. She thought it was a fair exchange. She was right.Lucinda had formed a relationship with the Gruffs largely. “I never wanted to have anything to do with them, but now I want to fight. Make them pay for what they did to us, but if I fight what will become of my children?”The little boy held out his stuffed animal and said to me. “Crancy is hurt too; can you make Crancy well too? Daddy said I must take very good care of Crancy.”I smiled and took the stuffed animal. “I am sure we can.”I put the toy on the diagnostic station and Cateria pulled down the diagnostic scanner with a sigh.“I knew I would get. The Bikers in the neighborhood knewed at that time that this Biker slut who they had seen parading, is there to fuck. Some neighbors came closer and asked if this was the blond Biker slut with her big tits that she heard moaning. The Bikers that standing outside told that they have heard right and they can take a quick look and this was what they did. 3 Bikers walked inside the chalet and John told them that they can use her for 10 euro, because they are neighbors.The three Bikers went into the.