I don't want anexplanation of this place, either. The way my life has gone, I've nevermet anyone to whom life is real. Everyone is playing some sort o... game.Some want to laugh at me for not knowing their game, and some want toteach me their game. Life isn't real to them, only their game. And theirgame is what they think life is. My father's game is to have children,and those children have children, and that's all there is. I want toknow - Is that all there is?"She seemed to shiver and grow. I hired Troy Ross away from a commercial crab raising operation in the States and he hired a handful of college graduates with a marine biology background. We started a large operation here. Raising blue crabs is rather technical. Several types of tanks are required. One tank has brackish water and mud from our marshes in the bottom of the tank. This is the tank where the crabs breed. For this tank, we carefully select female crabs right before their final molt (shedding their old shell because. "I took her hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me Alex."Come in, Sister."She entered, her eyes darting around the room, probably looking for signs of carnality. "Is Angela ... I mean Pyx, here?" She's not here, right now." Good, good. It is you and Ms. Alling I want to talk to."I gestured to the couch, where I had fucked Pyx the night before. She sat down."I'll try to call Pyx by her legal name, but you have to understand, I've been calling her Angela all her life."Vonda sat down, next to. I’ve been keeping my husband’s cock busy every day, thinking about the fun we’re going to have. Shit! The anticipation is driving me fucking crazy! I’m counting the hours until I can be your little slut. Hurry up and fuck me! How’d you like to come over to my law office early … maybe Friday? I’d like you to seduce me right out of my ultra-conservative, every-hair-in-place, shine-on-the-shoes, skirt-just-an-inch-above-the-knee, navy blue pinstriped going-to-court-outfit. Just.