Twenty years later, there were only six thousand colonists. Ten years after that, there were forty thousand. In another twenty years, the population w...uld exceed one million people. Of course, not everyone wanted to care for that many children, and a few people had no offspring at all. If an evacuation became necessary, there was only enough shipping to carry five thousand people through the Delta Volantis wormhole terminus. Some of the older intrasystem cargo ships weren’t stressed for. , driving an American made motorcycle, a Harley Davidson sportster and I was quite surprised to learn Ella loved biking as Gramps or George rode years ago and she loved it."Oh Harold, this is a real bike, a real sweet street bike, You do have a license ... right?" Of course I have a license, Ella."I used to love riding with George, he had a road king by Harley." So Ella, you like it huh?" Harold, I love it and I hope you will take me for a spin rather soon." Oh Ella, I will love giving you a. You're neat, but I've been seeing that shirt for a lot of years." Ah, now we're getting somewhere. How about you Darius, what do you see?"Darius shook his head. He was not enjoying Jack's self-examination. "I don't see no difference. You're the same Jack I've always known." Darius," Jack sighed in exasperation. "You're blind, or you don't care."Polly's comment surprised Jack, "He don't care. He don't want nothing to change." Jack could have applauded the woman's observation."Exactly," Jack. He laughed while I coughed and heaved. ‘‘Here, let me help you relax a bit,’’ he said, and from his flask he poured a trail of fuming liquid onto his dick, which had the dark red shade of blood.When he saw me hesitate, he said: ‘‘Go ahead, taste Santa’s wine.’’I took a hold of his prick and placed the fuming glans on my tongue. He poured more wine on his shaft from where it gushed down into my mouth. He had not lied. Never had I tasted anything sweeter, and the liquor rose to my head within.