Her daddy was connected in city politics. According to him I was a "good boy" because I was in a union and held down a steady job. He sprang for a nic... little two bedroom house with a two-car garage, all in a good neighborhood. I put down the initial deposit on a four-door Ford sedan the size of a battleship. It wasn't a sexy little number and it got horrible gas mileage, but it was safe for my honey to drive. Besides, we hardly ever went out of town.We spent our Sunday afternoons at our. Olivia stared, the room suddenly stifling. “Who...?” she managed to say, the words sounding faint and tinny to her ears. And then the world segued to black. ***She regained consciousness to the rich scent of smoking tobacco. Someone had laid her onto the couch and, she noted with distain, unbuttoned her dress and removed her bra to expose her pert breasts, her dark nipples stiffened by the room’s temperature – not helped by the window which had been opened, letting in more sounds of the. “It means I handle most of the work of the real OD, dealing with the day to day slag that pops up around here. They have to keep me off real OD duty in case there’s an order related to the resolution that needs to be issued.”“What is the real OD doing then?”Sparky shrugged. “Today it’s Fang from Third Platoon. If I know that slacker, he’s probably either sleeping at the desk or polishing his torkin’ missile. My declaration is the best thing that’s happened to that slaghole since Skank started. I continued my antics well into the night but I never ventured away from her breasts. Sometime late at night we both fell asleep.The next day she was unusually quiet but she wasn’t angry at me or anything. She was shy I think. Sometimes in the evening she told me we need to go to bed soon as she was tired. It was very unusual as we never slept before 10 at night. We had a quick dinner and went to bed. As soon as we were in bed I started wondering how to touch her again. I was a little nervous.