Sarah had decided to make her move on Dave. This time when he looked over, instead of looking away, she held his stare smiled seductively and moved to...ards him. With a few shots of vodka inside her, she was ready for almost anything. When she reached him, she took his pint glass, placed it on the table, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor. Placing his hands on her hips she began to sway to the slow rhythm. As usual, the crowds stopped to stare, but rather than watching her. Figure its time to pay a visit. Been thinking about Artie’s question while watching through kitchen window. Carib is sleeping. Lots of towels in garbage can. Brown stained towels. Blood turns brown when dry. Brown and maroon. More brown than maroon. Carib doesn’t have fireplace. Can’t drop towels in dumpster. Too afraid. Washer is in basement of building. Probably waiting for clear opportunity to move them down there. Waiting for him, now. Been watching for three nights. Guy’s first time, it. It was like a sexual version of a couple’s massage - each of us lying next to each other, getting serviced.“You like that baby?” I asked my wife. “You like watching one sexy little slut swallowing my cock while another is devouring your hot pussy?” Chelsea’s loud moans turned into even louder screams. Something else we never would have considered until today - how much we would get off on dirty talking, encouraging extra-marital pleasure. “That’s it baby, I want you to cum hard as you watch. It sounds draconian, but it is the lesser option; the other being death. The Personalia have a dislike of killing, except for machines that are killers. Fortunately the aliens’ city is far away from human settlements, so no chance of friction due to misunderstandings.Do you accept all these limitations on life on Rehome?”Frances was happy with all that, and said so. “With one final concern: ownership of land and such. Is it in the name of one individual, or is joint ownership normal? We would.