She sipped at it daintily, the whiskey warming her belly, and sighed happily.“Yep, that’s what I needed, they’re so stingy with their booze on t...e carrier.”“Yeah I hear that,” Schaffer replied with a chuckle, “back when I used to work in customs on the Pinwheel the alcohol was always the first thing to go missing whenever we took inventory.”He swilled his beverage around in his mouth, enjoying the flavor, this really was a good bottle. He wondered briefly who it had originally belonged to, had. Therefore I’ve all to often given in to her whims to avoid scenes. With the result that she’s in total control of me now. She decides which clothes I’m allowed to wear, especially what I’m not allowed to wear, when I get to bed and when I’m allowed to get up, what I eat and drink and with whom and especially what I’ve sex with. In other words I’m simply her slave. It’s it been like this for almost a year now and according to her, it’s never going to change.It all began last year! I’d promised. “Great. Then you won’t mind if I ask you a favor then.”Now I was really confused. Maybe he didn’t know anything about the beer. “What’s the favor?”, I asked.“Well”, he continued, “I have a suspicion that some of the guys around here are hiding alcohol. I spotted two empty beer cans in the bathroom trash earlier. Since this is a freshman dorm, that’s obviously a violation of rules. My job is to make sure the rules are upheld. It’s hard for only one person to do that. Let’s be honest, Mike. ?Midge had always rationalized her feelings towards her father by telling herself that it was just a harmless crush, and that she was already married to her true love, the only man who would ever have her, and there was no chance in hell that she would ever be indulged in anything more than a platonic relationship with the man who had made her.Then again, she had never had the opportunity of standing before him wearing only a single piece of clothing... Swimsuits were a different matter, for.