A brisk walk around the rehab centre for 15minutes, then hand weights for 5 minutes then the step up for another 10, then stretches. Shit, I’ve just... had two major heart attacks.The rehab became easier and to tell the truth, I felt better than I had been for years. I started walking around the lake twice a week and found walking tracks I never knew existed.SOMS, silly old man syndrome. I became over confident as the years went by, “I can do it”, then one day I found ‘I can do it’ did me. My wife. I ran my hands down mysides and I tingled with excitement. Oh no, I thought, my panties arenot going to be able to hide my growing appreciation for this dress.What am I going to do? I looked at my reflection in the mirror and therewas no hiding how I felt about this dress. I tried to readjust, but itwas too painful to push back between my legs."Mom, Janice, I need a little advice in here," I said with panic in myvoice."What is it dear?" I turned around with embarrassment. She could nothelp. "That's a good girl, Susie! I'm going totake your virginity and turn you into our whore. By this time next weekyou'll be begging to be fucked several times a day, I bet!" he said."Now, slut, lift up your legs so I can get to you!" he ordered.Susan obediently lifted her legs and clasped her Grandfather around thewaist, resting her heels against the small of his back."Mmmmm, that feels so good," she heard him say as her stiletto heelsdug into his flesh. "All whore's keep their sexy, high heels on. His concubines – her mother Monica and aunt Alice – sat in the stands proudly watching the Monday morning inspection parade and rubbing their so-far-minuscule baby bumps. Ensign Barker's heavily pregnant concubine Mandy was also present. Silent since the parade started, she had earlier been asking Monica a thousand questions about pregnancy, and childbirth, and raising kids to be sponsors rather than concubines.As she too was part of Camp Shackleton, Samantha felt she should be here, in her.