“So, let me get this straight. You had to finger your clit, something that you are not allowed to do without permission, because you needed to adjus... the panties that you are not allowed to wear. Is that your explanation?" Brenda sighed. “Master, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. It just sort of happened.” Master smiled. “Well, we just happen to be in the right place and have the time to deal with your indiscretion.” He walked to the middle of the room. A rope with a snap fastener hung. None but a sole monk of the Flame Lord, Father of the Gods and Creator of All, that is.This monk, hale and strapping with the shaved head and long beard of his Order, followed the traces these powerful beings, left upon the earth for him by his Master. As he went farther and farther from the great battle between the two largest tribes of Humans and passed through the torn and devastated landscape, the monk wept and prayed to his Master for his race's salvation. The Land was barren, stripped of. The longest it ever gets is the small of the back. Harreden genes were designed that way." Diun replied."Seems like they thought of everything. Kind of boring if you ask me, none of you being different and all." Carl said."While there are slight differences, you are correct. It would be the main reason my people would be attracted to yours. To us you are exotic." Diun said looking at Carl and the others."So your people like partnering up with partners who look different." Carl said."That's one. It was back-breaking work, but it was for us so we put our backs into it. We hacked a shallow gully around the drier side first, and then joined it up with the stream. Water started to trickle immediately, but seeped away before it ever reached the field. Mataoka gathered wheelbarrow loads of clay and lined it so the water would carry further. In the end we had a working irrigation system, and we copied it on the the other side, too.Now the fields were better watered, Mataoka set about thinning.