Misery, like happiness, has its own feedback loop. Misery is nowhere near as pleasant to live in. Been there, done that...While the Confederacy AIs do...not consider any of my "wives" to be "citizens", I could not be the man I was, in a job that used more of my creative juices than any of the earth-bound jobs I'd held in years, if it weren't for their support, understanding ... and love. They'd watch over my shoulder and ask questions about my work, and, often, taking up the "I'm making believe. My towel didn't fall off as I "ran across the hall to the bathroom". I didn't walk in on my brother touching himself in the shower after sport. He didn't steal my soiled undies from the washing basket and sniff them while he masturbated. I didn't pretend to go to sleep with him on the couch in the basement so he could feel me up.We were perfectly ordinary k**s, two years apart who slowly grew more and more close. We knew what was happening, we talked about it. We stopped dating other people and. . Excuse MM, embarrassed by the man’s lack of manners.“So here’s the little whore,” the man said, turning to Claudia. Mmmmm ... he mumbles, spinning the cage like a stamp collector. She’s not bad ... She’s prettier naked...”Running a hand inside, he strokes one of the girl’s chained ankles.“This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying the smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites. I showed her a few flats in that area. I finally showed her a rented flat in my own society, which I knew she would definitely like. As I thought, they finalized that flat. Soon I helped them in shifting to the new accommodation.Her husband was a nice guy too. She looked the dominant one as a partner. She had my number. I had told her that whenever she needs my help I am just a floor away. I lived on one floor above their flat. Her husband was a busy man. He would leave for office early and.