. Well in the end when Fatty was released from hospital his mind was filled with conspiracy theories, and in all his spare time he delved into a madde...ning degree of wild notions about a whole range of things.When he turned 23, he was offered a life changing opportunity to work for a satellite company that branched off from an unnamed multinational billion-dollar corporation. At first, it was a strange experience when he was shipped out to a sparse stretch of sea off the coast of Australia that. As we were eating I tried to size up Shamina’s features on what to use as a key highlight of her beauty. She had sharp features and wore a nose stud. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting kurti. I could make out that she has shapely legs and medium hips. There was no sign of any bulge so I guessed that she will have a narrow waist. From the loose fitting kurti, I could see a little bit of her cleavage. Boobs looked to be medium.Shamina told me that her mom is a nurse. Her father deserted. “Just kidding. She’s your bitch. Feel free to use her as you wish. Just try to remember that you haven’t fucked me yet today,” my sister winked at me now.“She is my bitch, yes. Just as Steve is. And just as Dick and Karen are your bitches, your own parents as well,” I recalled, “and you’ve been very generous with your mother’s luscious body.”“Hey, what can I say? I’m your bitch, too, you know! We all are, deep down, bro!” Tiffany pointed to her tattoo, of course.You know, the one with the words. Malcolm was a database analyst, andalthough he had a top secret security clearance, his job was one ofconstant drudgery and routine. He spent his days in front of a computerscreen analysing boring data; forecasting everything from the weather,stock market trends, public transport efficiency in so called "countriesof interest to the Allies," to the travel patterns of selected "personsof interest". He supposed that somewhere in the large grey buildingwhere he worked that people with more.