She chuckled and walked to her favorite spot under the balcony. Just to yank their chains, she had opened her gauze blouse and allowed her left nipple...to peek out. Her corset-waisted black pencil skirt ran from right under her tits down to her calves, forcing her to walk with small steps in her laced up boots. As she passed the clan she smiled and greeted them.Sipping her tea she knew they were up to something. Aura seemed the center of the group today, whispering like crazy, her face flushed. ”She watches transfixed while I pull on my shirt and tie, then my jacket. Then she walks over to her dresser and picks up a small silk sack. It’s just a little over an inch by two inches; it’s edged in black ribbon and has a tiny black silk drawstring. She sewed it last night, by hand. This isn’t something you use a machine to make.Her breath catches as she hands it to me. She obviously can’t think of anything to say that won’t make things worse.We make small talk, but it’s just filler until I. Then Yolanda began to kick and knee the blonde. Slowly Anna got the upper hand and used her knees to stand on the Italian’s legs. Anna had a swollen cheekbone and Yolanda had a nose bleed. Otherwise their hair was a mess. Anna lowered herself slowly on her prey while Yolanda put up one last fight, trying to bite the blonde’s tits and arms. Anna had to slap her a few times to stop her resistance. Rather than slow the blonde lesbian down, Yolanda’s fight excited her no end and she mounted the. The cause of the problem will not disappear, it will get worse until we have either dealt with it or we have gone the way of the dinosaurs. It is high time we stopped fighting amongst ourselves and started fighting for survival. We have narrowly managed to avoid being roasted by the effects of nuclear war. Instead the suns rays will roast us as they strike an Earth stripped of its defensive atmospheric layer by mankind’s greed and stupidity.The problem of the Earth’s survival is OURS.It is.