" Aisha was sure she would learn something, but not from the books as her mother was thinking. It would probably be from the exercises that her father...would be teaching her to do. Last night he taught her how to reach orgasms by allowing her father to finger and suck her vagina. He had also taught her how to stroke and suck his manhood to give him climaxes. Luckily they were part of their exercises, otherwise it would have been sinful, she thought. Naively she had fallen for the crab her father. It may be because I frequently do not sleep well at night, that I especially enjoy these daytime indulgences. They are a period of escape from day-to-day stresses or bigger, more complex, emotional problems. I think my favorite reason, and perhaps the most important one, is that they provide me with a physical release through sleep and my pre-nap ritual.Some days I have time for a more detailed ritual, but today I am just going to share the less time consuming one. The best naps I have begin. Sam thought they deserved each other.He looked around the bright, comfortable room, full of light from the open doors and an impressively large skylight. There were no apartments in Twin Rivers as stylish as this. "You've got a great place," he half-shouted toward the kitchen."Thanks! It is nice, isn't it? I moved here when I made sergeant. But I wouldn't mind being around all that water you've got in Twin Rivers. You should have seen the view from my hotel room! The morning sun came up over. Do you, querida?” Gabby turned to Anwyn, who laughed softly.“Leave it to a sailor to factor in the risks of the potential decline or even collapse of international seaborne commerce. A handy thing that we have you leading our party here,” Anwyn agreed, her Welsh accent coming out stronger of late.“There’s lots of factors to consider, and that’s frankly just one of them. I don’t even know what to expect here in the States with the future, post-apocalyptic social order. Or lack thereof. To say.