Surely, a wind generator mounted in the top of one of those gigantic trees would produce all the electricity Jasmine and Morales could ever use. With ... big bank of batteries and both systems feeding them, they should have plenty of power day and night. If the wind wasn’t blowing, then the solar cells could charge the batteries, at least in the daytime.”“ ... and if it was a cloudy day, the wind generator could do the job,” Kayla contributed.“I certainly agree about the wind,” Arlene grumped.. It must be the patriot in me.”“What’s the deal with the manuscript?” Ben asked taking a seat.Magus said, “I need you to read it. I want you to return in twenty-four hours and give me your honest opinion of it. I want to know if it is ready to be published as a book.”“I publish a newspaper, not books,” Ben said.“You know how to read, don’t you?” Magus asked.“Yes, I know how to read,” Ben said rolling his eyes.“Then read it and give me your honest opinion about it,” Magus said.“You were. I stopped at a gas station while in route & took out a Doublelist ad, the drive had built up so much estrogen I was really feeling the need to be feminine…so unlike me, I posted that I was looking to bottom and described my fantasy of getting my hose ripped open. This wouldn’t be my first anal experience but most previous ones were disappointing at best. After several responses I settled on a very nice looking clean cut & shaved cock, the stats he gave seemed honest “ddf, white, 6-1/2 in cut”.. So she squeezed his hand tightly, rose up from the table and positioned her head beside his. Then she gently exhaled into his ear, took another breath, and whispered ‘please take me up to your room.’ Martin leaned back, looked Olivia in the eyes, swallowed hard, and got up from the table still holding Olivia’s hand to lead her to the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, Martin ran his fingers through Olivia’s hair, and cupping her face, kissed her. His thoughts were of how lucky he was to be.