A girl near his ownage, a girl who was bright and funny and as free as a wooddland nymph. Agirl who'd started out as a boy, true enough; no sense in d...nying theobvious, but one who was at least as pretty as any he knew from school.No, the hell with that - she was the hands down the prettiest girl he'dever known (and the fact that she wasn't adverse to stripping to herpanties right in front him tended to add a little spice to the mixture)."You sure about that tenner?" she demanded, smoothing out. I stood motionless in the closet. The slats were barely open enough to see anything. Across from me was a mirror so I could see the bed. The room stunk, I can't imagine using the space for anything other than filthy sex. A booming knock on the door made get nervous, it was on. She let in two thugs who talked more ghetto than english. They showed little attention to detail or sensuality. Within minutes the wife was on her knees sucking both black dicks. They talked more smack, degrading. Things aren't looking too promising today; there's a family with two hyperactive boys, as aging French couple arguing loudly, a lone man with mottled skin and an undernourished physique, two fifty-something women whose swimming costumes stretch unnaturally to contain a lifetime spent returning to the buffet table, and a small posse of English lads who may have been perfect for a gangbang if their mouths weren't so constantly full of lager and vulgarities.There are still plenty of available sun. “The Empire will mobilize the reserve fleets when The Mob attacks. I can hide your acquisitions easily, if needed, but I doubt that it’ll be needed. They will be begging for our help and supply won’t be an issue. The boneyard is a repository of equipment for forces to prepare for diverse conflicts. I hope you find unexpected and irresistible temptation so that I can clear some space. There’s enough equipment here to supply fifty fleets, and keep them in the field for a hundred years. The space.