Which wife am I? Best friend wife, duh, snorted Alice. Ryan, Janets legal husband, sat beside me in the front seat. He was such a changed man, complet...ely whipped. We sent him out to print the fliers before we headed to the mall. Of course, he paid for it. Alices compound completely neutered him. He would do anting anyone told him. It was a useful compound to have. I carried a vial of it and the last bit of the bimbo solution. We would need money to make more. Luckily, the porn sight was wiring. To that I say, “You’re the one who asked to hear the story.”*****************************My mother was right, I did learn to like the sex I was expected to give willingly. I also learned to play games with my lovers. I demanded riches in exchange for my "services". Though they had already paid my mother, they were glad to indulge me as well. Not long after, I was pregnant with my first child.By my 21st birthday, I had breed seven perfect breeders (daughters) for the society’s cause. And because. ”“What size is it?” asked Grace, trying to concentrate on two things at once.“It’s forty-seven by forty by seventeen,” read Mia on her phone. “Millimetres. Why?”“That’s not too bad,” Grace hedged, “where can we get them?”“There’s a store in Vacaville, about thirty miles away. What are you thinking?”“She is going to get herself captured,” sighed Claude, “then the rest of us are going to follow the tracker.”“What? This is CIA, probably.” Mia didn’t like it. “How would the agents not find a. Interestingly, the servos had left a stack of water bottles alone. Emily commented that the servos had decided the bottles were a depot of supplies and not garbage, and thus had left them untouched. After a brief discussion, the women spent a few extra minutes opening a store and stashing the bottles behind a counter.And now it was2:24 PM, and Ashley and Hannah were still waiting by the lamp store. Segundo was driving his group hard, a grinding 6 kph pace along the spiral, hour after hour..