.. about that detail. Why didn’t you tell me, Stacey? I would have stepped up for you and Summer ... just as I would have for Dani and Philippa. Jay... you raised my daughter ... our daughter? You knew that she was mine? Not that I mind or object, but I wonder why?” I asked with more than a little amazement.“Well, to be frank, Phil, I suffered the mumps years back. I never could have children of my own. I was sterile and Stacey knew it, leading to some fights between us. She wanted to fuck around. We would lose all privacy in those months, remaining naked and bound at all times, freshly marked skin still raw for the next beating. Two months, but what choice did we have? If we stayed behind on Earth, we would die."Once punishment is taken, each woman will be welcomed into our society as an equal…"I stopped listening, feeling a little nauseous when they called the first blonde up."Look at that one," a woman said from somewhere near the stage. "She's going to mark beautifully."I looked down. Daniel also doesn't like bras, so after I'm out of sight of my house, I always hide behind a large tree and deftly unhook all five bra hooks on my black lacy full-figure bra. A little arm contorting and one or two wiggles (five or six, if old man Patterson is peeking out his window) slips it right off, and into my purse for the return trip. Then as I walk, or sometimes "strut", the warm tingly feelings from my youthful D-cup breasts jiggling and bouncing free, hard yearning nipples rubbing. "My pleasure, Colonel!" So that's how you live," Burns grinned, looking around appreciatively. "Not bad at all." Well, yes, it is comfortable," Henry admitted. "So what brings you out here?" Well, I chanced to be in the neighbourhood..." Give me a break!" Henry interrupted. "People like you never do anything by chance."Burns answered with an acknowledging grin."Well, I just had this burning desire to see my bunk mate and swap some war stories."Henry rolled his eyes."Can you cut the crap and get.