Grandma was 78 by the time I was born and I have no idea what number that husband was. He died when I was four-ish. I was scared of him. He was so old... he looked like a skeleton with skin and he moved.So my mom’s early childhood was a Kentucky farm during the Great Depression. She told us one year for Christmas she got a single orange and that was it. No Christmas dinner, no other gifts. A single orange was the whole kit and caboodle. When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys. "Do you like wearing the clip on earrings?" she asked."You know I don't, they hurt!" Well what is it Diana? Jeans and pierced ears or skirts and dresses forthe rest of your life and clip on earrings?" Jeans and pierced ears," I said."Thought you would choose that way," she smiled.It took a minute or so to find the Spanx in the style Aunt Sharon thoughtwould work in my size. She said not a lot of women who wear these are asize small. With that in our basket it was over to jeans and soon I had. We both knew it would not work out because of our different backgrounds, but I did enjoy the way he got up real deep and managed to hit my g-spot every time.My first year in college, I was a cheerleader because I was one in high school and thought I would enjoy it. It did not work out because the other girls were so mean and were very territorial about their routines and their boyfriends. I felt a lot better on my own away from other girls and made a point of rotating my boyfriends before. There is definitely a shortage of concubines here without the stupidity of those who have managed to have concubines die. I did get the Governor to agree that anyone who had broken their toys did not get to pick new toys. For now that is the best I can do. Though if we do have a Civil Service Brothel I did suggest (and get approved) that anyone who injures a concubine candidate there will be immediately given a CAP reevaluation. That has been broadcast to the ships that visit our space as well..