Like I said before, my ass smell fetish ties directly into my panty fetish, and every since the first time I smelt panties, I fell in love with the sm...ll of butt! If you've read my first chapter of "My Fetish For Panties" then you'll know my first smell of ass was my friends sister. After that, I would try and sniff any girls bum anyway I could! I remember going on a long trip with my parents and cousin. My cousin was a year younger then me and we both sat in the back the whole trip. I remember. Besides, it’s a double-edged sword anyway: If you’re attractive to the muckety-mucks–you know, fuckable in that midlife crisis-I’m hip because I read GQ-I’m going bald so I’ll buy a sports car kind of way–then you belong in the secretarial pool. But if you’re not attractive to them, they don’t even look twice at you OR your resume. It’s a bunch of bullshit, but it’s reality. They’re not going to hand over the reigns, hon, we’ve got to get in the door however we can.’ Sometimes, Neda really. We were on the middle deck, which appeared to be somewhat larger than the others above and below it. The main hull was a cylinder, just like a submarine, so yes the middle deck would be wider than the upper and lower decks. Sticking out from the main hull were spokes which connected to several rings like in an old science fiction movie, and there were pods attached to the outside of the rings.The important thing at the moment was that the main hull had gravity "down" towards the lowest deck,. Karen and Junior made some 'sensible' investments and Anna and Michelle bought themselves a club downtown.Mick's relationship with Michelle turned from frosty to civil after a week. Michelle wasn't inclined to hold grudges but, at the same time, had a good memory for perceived offences. She'd forgive, but never forget.By week two Mick was allowed to enter the house and, by the end of it, Michelle made him a cup of coffee. Progress was slow but, for the sake of The Curse, he had to keep moving.