. my time is almost up … remember about the call… Logan…I’m glad you called I really needed to hear your voice…..dial tone heard… Thursday...night the phone rang about 11:00 p.m. Mrs. Raine Stiles, yes..this is Coaxville Correctional Facility calling…has something happened to my husband, Logan Stiles? No ..listen closely.. You need to arrive at our facility around 7 p.m. tomorrow…make sure you bring some groceries and clothes for two days…silence…did I hear you correctly…I hope that you did as I. .. will I be punished if I talk? ... and are you going to kill and eat me?”Mutts are considered a delicacy in some circles, kind of like when people used to eat poisonous blowfish as a delicacy in Japan. Although Rad-V virus can’t effect normal, it’s just the sense of fake risk involved that makes it exciting.“Come sit on my lap, here. You can call me Greg and you can speak freely”“Thanks Greg” she said with a sigh of reliefHe could see her supple breasts inches away from his face, he could see. Millie was waiting outside. ‘Good morning.’ Millie said in a very chipper mood. ‘Morning. Would you like some coffee?’ I asked letting her into the room. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. You’re eating. Go ahead and finish while I get ready.’ Millie said. ‘Ready? For what?’ I asked. ‘I’d really like you to bang me. Just a quickie would be great if you are up for it.’ She replied. ‘I don’t know about the timing. I have to leave shortly for a shore excursion.’ I Replied. ‘So do I so we’d better be quick.’ Millie. I wanted to stay under the sheets forever, but I needed to take a piss. With a bad case of morning wood, my erection found a home between the hills of Sheila’s fanny. As pleasant as it felt, I wouldn’t be able to stop my body from unleashing a flood if I didn’t get out bed soon. Wetting the bed wasn’t an option.I untangled myself from Sheila and silently slipped out of bed into the chill of the morning air. I adjusted the blankets to cover Sheila’s exposed shoulder and made tracks for the.