Zeb argued with the zeal of a philosopher that the Waste had its own beauty. Porter really did not agree but kept that thought private as he did not w...nt to insult his rescuer. Porter’s proof was his encounter with his first stink bush that morning where he barely avoided being covered in a putrid smelling powder when one of its sacs burst next to him. He was still haunted by a lingering smell in his sinuses.More than one thinker had suggested that the Waste was actually a type of garden or a. Four inch peep toe heels, the sheerest nylons and a two piece business suit in pink that would have got her anywhere in the City.“Tony darling, how lovely to see you, I’m so glad you accepted my invitation, come on in.”I followed her into her pre war detached house, tastefully decorated in a feminine pink and flowery style.“Sit Down darling and I’ll get you a coffee after your journey”Involuntarily my eyes followed her nylonned legs as she left the room, her heels click clacking in the wooden. Again and again, she mercilessly teased me with sexual innuendo and unspoken promises. I could be patient, but I was beginning to wonder just when that crazy cockfucking woman was gonna come out. Speaking of that, here she came! “Jack, so far today, we have screwed on the bathroom pot and we have screwed on a sinkhole rock,” my lover announced. “I hope we can now get into our own unlawfully wed bed and make love like a married man and wife do. Don’t worry, you will still get your brains. Name’s Bill.” He extended his hand. Joy shook it, thenPaul.Another lady entered the store and joined their littlegroup. She blushed as they all glanced at her. “Hi! Uh,I’m Chris.” Introductions were made all around. ThenChris said, “I was told that you,” she pointed at Bill,“are to be trying to sell me a bed at the start of thisand you, Joy, are selling Paul one!”“Sounds simple enough,” Joy responded. “Then.