Somehow, a part ofme always knew that my life wouldn't amount to anything. Even Ozymandiascouldn't leave his mark forever. Time marches on, the world ...eepsspinning.Except I wasn't really dead, was I? Something fell with a wet 'plap',striking the bare skin of my arm. I was laying face down, vision notconsumed by darkness, but buried in a soft fabric. Was I in heaven orhell? The former seemed a little clich?, the latter too well furnished.I sat up, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the low. I did not call any of the office girls for sex, since I could not have Gracie I just was not really in the mood, not even for Li. If I could have Li and Gracie together that might be different. But that was not going to happen any time soon. So I worked.At 2:10 Monday morning I got an email message: “My Prince,” followed by a code word. It meant my paternal grandfather, the Patron, had a use for my services. To be clear, serving him was my primary responsibility, the gang was a hobby and the. Registration was in the new gym, which seemed to be a really nice building except that the air conditioning wasn't working. As a result, the place was hot, stuffy, and smelled like, well, a gym.Maybe it was the lack of air conditioning or maybe it was something else, but there seemed to be more people strutting around naked than usual. Ms. Sprite, the girl's swim team coach, and a couple of other people who looked like teachers were even naked. I got in line to pickup my schedule from a girl. ” She smiled at Lauren. “Come downstairs for breakfast. Don’t worry about your clothes. We’re casual about that here.”Lauren then noticed that her aunt was wearing nothing but a robe that was open at the front. She could see one of her breasts and her closely cropped bush.“Up girl, up. Don’t you want to find an apartment?”Lauren got up, and stood by the bed, feeling embarrassed and confused, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand.“Come on, girl,” said her aunt,.