As we were fucking Karen wanted to know what got me all worked up. So I tell her. I received a phone call from our old photographer friend today. He w...nted to know if you want to be a hostess at a retired NBA players convention next Saturday. Then you are to work a private party Saturday night into Sunday for 5 former NBA players. Not as a model. You will be escorting. In other words you will be whoring out your white pussy to black men for money. As soon as I finished saying it my wife had one. At this time, there was no way to tell what kind of armament they were carrying. It was assumed that the ships were directed by AIs, since it was very unlikely that an organic brain could compute the many parameters involved quickly enough to be a decent pilot.The enemy was traveling toward the Confederation center at WF4, a respectable speed, but not likely to get them there as soon as their ultimatum inferred. The implication was that they could travel much faster than WF4 or that they had. Yes, my wife was back today from another of her fuckfest with her toy boy Darin. She thought that I was an oblivious bastard who had no idea he was being cuckolded but that was as far from the truth as possible. I was sitting in a rented car right outside the motel when she went inside the room and I was there when she came out two hours later looking well fucked. She was escorted to the car by Darin and shared a hot passionate kiss with him in plain sight. Of Course my new Nikon Digital SLR. I had an appointment on Wednesday, with a psych.”“What did they say?” Muireann asked.“They said a lot of things. So did I, I guess.” He sighed. “They put me on lithium.”“What’s that for?”“They say I have something called bipolar syndrome. I guess that’s what they think is going on with me. Turns out my uncle had it ... It can run in the family.”“How does he get along with it?” she asked.Pete swallowed. “Um ... He doesn’t.”I glanced at him. “That bad, huh?”“Yeah, but not anymore ... He killed.