I wracked my brain trying to remember GS grammar I had learned in flight school.“Yes, sorry about that.” I replied, I was rusty but it seemed to u...derstand me. The thing eyed me up and down, its head obscured by the ragged shawl blowing in the wind that swept in from the dunes.“Are you crossing?”“Yes” I replied, still wary of the large thing.“I saw your ship crash,” it clicked, “I came to find survivors.”“It wasn’t too hard a landing,” I bragged, looking back over my shoulder at the new. Sometimes the “cousins” weren’t strictly cousins, although that in itself wasn’t too bad. “Cousin,” along with “uncle” and “aunt,” covered a lot of territory in this culture.Letters. Mother worked as a hotel maid for minimum wage plus whatever tips she earned. No way could she pay for a trip like this, even if María Fernanda was an only child and I doubted she was. There didn’t seem to be a dad in the picture.I looked again at the mother’s letter. Hotel Nueva York. That explained it. Not the. The guys guided him over to the table and they lifted him easily on his back onto the padded boards. His arms and legs were quickly stretched out wide and all 8 straps bound him tightly to the frame. There was a wheel at one end and one of the guys turned it to stretch David’s body even more and they let his head hang down. Though David could see very little now the five guys now also stripped naked and oil was poured onto his bound stretched body and rubbed in to every part of him including. Understand?”“Yes, Davy.”“Betty!” In calling her name, I broke the trance. She shivered and stretched, looking very surprised to see me there. Then, she got a slutty look on her face. Slowly, she moved up until her lips were opposite mine.“I want you,” she whispered.Neither Abby or Betty had the body Cathy did, but then Cathy was world class. But, they both had something equally or more important. Both were sweet, loving, kind, feminine women. I planned her programming to release her sexuality,.