Then I heard someone clear their throat behind me. “Don’t mess with my iron, you shhhkinny little punk.”It was Becky Finklestein, in a dark blue...sweatsuit this time. She had her hair in a tight ponytail and her freckled face was dotted with sweat, and she wasn’t wearing any glasses. She pointed her giant rack up at me, and got close enough to me that I had to look straight down at her. She didn’t look as angry as the last time I saw her, but she still didn’t look happy. “You need to get the. ”“Sorry.” Rochelle turned away. “I’m still feeling this CEO thing out.”“Life will get easier once you start to forgive yourself. Trust me.” Dory smiled. “But every dollar you give me goes to help some scared young futanari.”“That’s good to hear.” She sighed with relief. “Dory, I miss your calming spirit. Are you sure you can’t say any longer?”Dory winced and checked her phone. “My flight leaves in 4 hours. I need to see my sister in Chicago before heading back to London. Come to think of it, my. “X, do you find sex available at all RV parks?”“No, but it’s been more available than I had thought before leaving Nashville. This is my second trip. I went up north to Niagara in mid summer. It was perhaps a little more sex filled than this trip out west. It seems to run in families.”Connie removed her suit. Sylvia had moved behind her and put a hand on her butt. Connie hissed, “Put in another. I need to be stretched.”I looked at her questioningly. She said, “Mmm! I want you in my ass, X. I. Then added, "Brian only covered the problems we have in the cave, what about problems outside of the cave? I already know already just cleaning the cave is more work than the two of us or even the four of us can handle: meaning we will have to bring in people to do the additional work making it possible for the secret to get out that way."Then there is the problem of being someplace surrounded by people who would think nothing of seizing the ship and this base. So the question there is do we.