"William smiled at the diplomatic answer. William had suggested that Kotyit talk last so that he could temper the message of the young. Kotyit smiled ...nd said, "I will allow the younger of us to speak first." What have you come to tell us?" I have come to discuss the increased tension between the younger members of the tribe and the elders," William answered. The men and women at the table shifted uncomfortably. William continued,"Our tribe is not the only one that suffers from such tensions.". She was calling my name and came in to offer some help with the counting. I had done majority of the things on the list when she came in. Gemma was the most attractive of my colleagues always well turned out, immaculate hair and make up that accentuated her facial features perfectly, and despite the unflattering fit of the uniforms the shape of her bum was always a sight to behold. I stopped what I was doing and explained to her I had almost finished the count. She replied saying it was a. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age) and small but still firm breasts. She'd been in my eye before when I was younger, but now I notice her beauty as a woman, not as my mother.I can read her thoughts, as well as I can read the doctors in the room, and the janitor in the hallway who is checking out my mother.I agree with you janitor, she is quite fine for. Last night's dreams showed the now standard three-day weather patterns and predictions. No ships were in position to intercept my course to Convey so I knew the trip would be uneventful. During the night I had another old memory float to the top of my consciousness as I awoke in the darkness with a need to relieve the bottle of wine in my bladder. A flash of a discussion with my mother hit me. No image was attached to the memory, just her voice saying, "People depend on their leader to take.