The propeller blades would feather, hopefully before there was a system over-speed that caused damage. With the big arctic storms, there could be seve...al days when the wind generators had to be shut down and the solar panels didn’t produce any current. More than once, we were glad we had the wood stove.The cabin was weather stripped and insulated much better than most native peoples’ homes, but we still had trouble keeping it warm without using wood. I decided we needed to move. We switched. They struck up a conversation. He was black, heavy set but not fat, about 5 foot 10, bald with the lip ring and the diamond eyebrow ring. (None of the guys in the basement had any eyebrow hardware.) They got to talking over coffee which he bought for her; she said his speech and references suggested he was in college, maybe grad school. When she mentioned that she was open to some fun, “maybe where guys didn’t have to be real nice all the time,” he suggested a party with two other “frat. As I put down my weight on her tits, I could feel her hard nipples poke my ass cheeks. I was surprised when she stuck out her tongue and gave my balls few playful licks. It made my cock harder, if that's possible, and made it twitch with excitement.This was crazy. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to be doing this stuff together. While Sarah's licking felt really nice on my scrotum, to me it felt as if I were forcing her; plus, she couldn't move much, to reach the more sensitive parts of my. Blood begins to rain from the ceiling… No matter how hard you search, you can’t find her. You slip again and again in pools of blood. Hands grab at you, trying desperately to hold you back as you run naked, covered in blood, into the street. The rain washes you clean, lightning showing you the way. There is a trail of blood that somehow isn’t being washed away. You follow it, knowing somehow where it will lead. Words echo in your head over and over ‘How could I how could you you did this you.