Being the only single one, some of my friends took pity and were always dragging me out to ‘socialise’, you will never meet someone by staying in ...he said...... She was Fiona, my mate Ross had been seeing her for years now and they made a great couple. Fiona was a pretty girl, 5ft 8, size 10, brown hair which seems to flow forever, deep brown eyes, long legs with a nice booty and always had some low cut top on showing of her ample breasts. Ross was like me, very slim but more athletic, he. She didn't need to eat. She didn't need to sleep. She didn't really need anything apart from a regular and constant supply of sexual partners and there was no likelihood that she'd ever run short of that. But she did need a cover. Humans weren't supposed to be able to survive for long without food or shelter, so Beatrice had to provide evidence that she had the fiscal means to survive even though she'd long since completely exhausted her savings.Fortunately, Ecstasy was a colony that provided. "Is he ... does he like ladies?"Sophie nodded and shrugged."And such talent," said Henri. They laughed. Both had known a few heterosexual designers, but knew of the prejudice. "I did not rape him," he said becoming instantly serious."No, Henri. He never knew sex except with men." Yes. Good. And now? With this Marjorie?" Not Marjorie. Her daughter. She's a delight. You will meet her." I will make this cunt run crying by two days," Henri scowled arrogantly. "We will tear up the contract. Elliot. Still, I waved the waiter over, purchasing a “Red Pirate” on my room card. I took a sip -- it was sweet, not grossly so, but definitely full of alcohol.When I was certain that none of the staff members were looking, I handed it discreetly to Riley. She puckered her lips around the straw and took a long pull. She swallowed, making a minor grimace, but said “that’s not too bad.”She handed it back to me, and I set it on the small table between our loungers. Riley was looking out at the passengers.