”“Who knows,” I replied.After dinner we drove back to Harold’s Shack. “I have spent more to renovate the shack than Grandpa Harold paid for ...he whole farm. I am pretty sure that fair market value for the shack is way less than the renovations cost. It was an act of love, and I still am not finished,” I explained.“So what’s next?” she asked.“Once upon a time I needed to live in a shack, so we didn’t replace the exterior siding. Now that I’m respectable, I plan to have new siding put on the. ”It reminds me of the Academy at Arsenal II.”I agreed.”Yes, it does in a way, it also reminds me of Outpost 96.”And with that recollection, I remembered the little Holdian Commandant. Not that I really knew her, but her heroic stand and death still affected me, more than I realized.Shea pointed to a white, elegant two-story building. A sign in the front lawn identified it: SCI-CO Planetology. Spinward Auxillary.“I think that is it.”A Thauran female in a light blue lab coat greeted us in the. I would see Samantha outside from time to time, riding her bicycle, but not very far as her grandparents kept her very close. Samatha was the perfect victim in my thirst for rape and violence. I often thought about what it felt like to take control of an innocent, unassuming victim, and have my way them. On the night of August 13, I finally got my chance. It was late at night like about 11pm. I could not sleep and I had a raging hard on while thinking about Samatha. I got up out of bed and. I was blown away on the second day of my night shift. I saw these two women in 69 position through the iron bars of their prison cell door. They pleased each other by licking each other’s cunt.I wanted to take out my dick and stroke it as I watched them in action. But I decided against it as I was afraid. I stood hiding in the corner and peeping in to get a glimpse of the sexual act. As each week passed, I got bolder and started to wank my dick as I saw them having sex.I slowly came out of the.