It was the line that the big three were feeding the people on Earth and were attempting to feed the people on Mars."Welcome, Mr. Clinton," Williams sa...d with an accommodating smile as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "How was your trip over?" It was fine, Madam Councilperson," he said with a slight smile. "The air was very still today, hardly any turbulence to speak of. And the secret service was particularly fast about clearance for landing." That's nice to hear," she said.. Often she cried, feeling the abandonment the other orphans felt, yet not being able to decipher their feelings from her own. At sixteen, she felt different energies – hormones – arousal. Her nipples ached and hardened. Her pussy often dampened her panties. These were welcome new feelings.Shortly after that awakening, one night after hearing the sobs of her friend in the bed next to her, she crawled over to her, slid under her covers, and touched her soft skin. Her friend's excitement directed. Strangers dancing with strangers. Girls making out in their underwear. Bottles and glasses clinking, contents swirling and splashing, sparkling somewhere between heat and ice.Broken glass under broken high heels. Potato chips scrunched into the plush carpet. Cigarette ash. Smoke. So much smoke. Every kind of smoke. You could get high just from being in the room. Everyone seemed to have some form of cigarette between their lips or fingers, dangling in that almost professional way as rings of. Southern Belle, huh?” Fancy said, to her smile. “Anyway, it’s my turn, right? Give me the drink.”“Oh, you pick dare again. Roomie… I dare you to kiss me. And not those cop-out kisses, either. Real ones.” Lauren said.At this moment, she knew. At that exact moment, the somewhat innocuous high school graduate was gone. She leaned in to kiss her. Fancy tasted her lips. It had a distinct but good taste to them. The kiss went deeper. Lauren’s breathing became heavier. A small moan escaped Lauren’s.