.. but I still just don't see it for me.My birth name was Ricki Irene King, but my nick-name for most of my life since childhood has been "RI" (pronou...ced 'Ree'). I got this name at the start of third grade when a new student to our rural Texas school was about to borrow (i.e. steal) a pencil from my desk while my back was turned. One of my classmates stopped him saying, "I wouldn't do that – you don't ever want to piss off 'Revenge Incorporated".I didn't like hearing this nick-name at first –. They had been involved in their first action against the Zytol. Before this all they had had was training and some images of what the Zytol looked like. They had heard the stories of how the Zytol had conquered Woden in only a few days and had allowed themselves to imagine how fearsome their foes were going to be. The reality had been almost an anticlimax.Now individual troopers shared their recollections of what had happened during the fighting and they boasted about how many Zytol they had. Neither of us has anything to prove..."Aaron held up a hand; there was no reason for Marion to continue to embarrass herself - he got it. "Wait here," he admonished, rising. Marion watched him ascend the stairs, wondering what he was up to.At the heads of the stairs, he turned left, into his bedroom. He didn't make the bed, but he arranged the covers and neatened it, then he went to dig in his closet for something he possessed, but seldom wore - a terrycloth bathrobe. It took a moment, but he. Please stay.”As she approached him she let her towel fall to the floor, the boy notbeing able to resist staring at her fine body. Despite the daysevents, her laced bra and satin laced pantys were still fairly cleanand showed off her assets perfectly.“Why don’t you stay a while…” she suggested, pushing him back ontothe sofa and straddling him.“I’ve always wanted a boy like you. I’m quite a bit older you see, butI miss young lund.”“How old are you ma’am?” he asked, still tense about the.