Compassion would lead to despair. Woe, is so many disappointments, and only limited hope. Woe was I. Doomed to continue on with the bad choices of men...for ages. I would grant them their wishes, but none seemed to grow in the way the council intended. Too limited were they in their minds, to see the values that are prized by their Centauri parents.I tried granting the wishes of their leaders. Always they asked for more power; when, as they were at the end of their lives, it would not help them. I stood as she entered the room and she smiled back at me asking, “Do you like what you see?”I walked up to her and pulled her to me for a hug and then said, “Most definitely I like. You look even sexier than I have ever seen you and I never thought that was possible. I see the spa did you some good today.”“Oh, yes, Sir, and thank you again for thinking of that. I have never been so pampered in my entire life. They didn’t forget to treat me to everything. That had to cost you a lot and I am not. What a pretentious asshole.”“I wonder what you’d look like after a gangbang,” Floyd chuckled. Melanie was by no means bad looking. She had tan skin and long dark hair. Her makeup looked natural and she was slender and tall. Her legs were her attractive point. In heels she was actually taller than Floyd.Floyd was a typical twenty-ish guy with stubble to hide his face’s flaws and a boyish look about him. Women called him handsome after three beers. He was not as. It was a fashionable style at that time, and I had always wondered why. It was attractive enough but not all that distinctive, and yet every woman in the island seemed to have one the same.“I did take the precaution of bringing supplies,” she said, producing a bottle of white wine from her voluminous bag. She breezed into the little kitchen and I heard the popping of the cork before she came back in with two glasses of pale golden liquid.Reedie stood alongside my chair at my desk, as she often.