Well, speaking of wives," I said, eager to change the topic, "how have mine been?" Your wives? They're the most boring women on the planet to monitor,...super obedient and industrious, genuinely cheerful too. They've done a fine job of keeping your private quarters clean." Heisenberg shields working okay?" I asked causally. I was referring to the quantum uncertainty shields which prevent any and all snooping in my private area outside of the monitoring system."Sure, running perfectly. Of course. " "Shut up and kiss me." He kissed her passionately, loving even her coffee tasting mouth. His lips brought a moan from her. Then as he pressed himself to her warm body, he felt his penis harden. "Ah, the beauty of youth," she laughed and reached down to caress the tent in his jeans. "But I can't fuck anymore right now if I wanted to. You're worn me out... at least for a little while." "I have an idea," Chris said, still worried about the possibility of getting her pregnant. "What?" "Maybe you. I groan, knowing that I have lost the bet. You turn off the TV, and turn to face me. “I’m ready to collect,” you say, as you work my jeans over my hips. “Wait, I’m not ready, I mean, I have to go the bathroom.” You laugh and let me up. I dash to the bathroom and lock the door to bide a little bit of time. I know I can’t stay there forever, but I have a few minutes of respite before you come looking for me. I’m splashing water on my face when you knock on my door. “Let me in, NOW!” you. Basically, you go through and set aside the stuff you want to keep, and they sell, donate, or dispose of the rest. You get part of whatever they might make on sales.”“I’ll help you go through things, Ben. I know that’s gonna be hard,” Barb said.“I can only imagine. All their stuff. Family pictures. Keepsakes...” I closed my eyes, pulled up pictures of not only Mom and Dad’s stuff, but the things they kept from grandparents long gone. What to keep? How? Where?Mandy’s turn:It’s Bink. My friend.