Kabhi ghar main to kabhi bahar hotel main, vo mujhe phone kar bata deti thi ki kahan ana hai aur phir main office se chuti lekar chala jata tha aur hu...m sham tak khub chudai karte the. Mahine mai ek bar ghar per, aur ek bar bahar hotel main, kyonki hum dono ne tay kar rakha tha ki mahine main do bar se jyada hum log nahi milenge chahe mera man use kitna hi choodne ka ho, ya uska chudane ka, kyonki hum log nahi chahte the ki hamare is chudai wale rishte ki kisi ko bhanak lage, kyonki aisa hone ki. ’ The man patted the seat of his new ride. Christine glanced at the bike. ‘Oh okay, cool. So about this weed…’ ‘Well, you see… We need to christen this bike. You help us christen this bike and we’ll let you walk away with an ‘O’ of this stuff right here.’ The bearded man motioned to the other men to close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California’s finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, ‘What do I have to do? Like, for this. After I finished there, another volunteer wheeled me back to my room. I had missed breakfast with all this going on, so I was enthusiastic to see lunch was ready. It also appeared that my dietary restrictions were no longer in effect. It was actual food. It was typical hospital fare. Nutritionally adequate but lacking in every other respect.Additionally, I had the ok for the catheter to be removed as well. Nurse Maxwell came right after lunch and gave me the good news; then, she went about the. If they fucked up, they were deported. No second chances.Christine had never been to a bar in her life. As an unmarried female, or even a married one, it was unlikely that she ever would in the States. The Theocracy was gone, but the old guard still supported female repression. So, just for the heck of it, she went to one and met Tasha, a very nice Italian woman. Things got really blurry after that."So," smiled Tasha, "it's time to introduce you to your new life. Oh, I know you must have many.