He saw her trying to see what was in the pot."Chickweed and blueberries," he said, "We are going to have to start living off of the land a bit. I don'... want to use the last of our MRE's. If we get to a place where the land won't feed us we'll use the MRE's."They both ate in silence. Brenda was not sure about the mixture but after she tried it she decided that it wasn't too bad. Not as good as a steak though."There are a lot of plants that you can eat in the wild," Ron said, " This time of year. The innkeeper had brought down a small yet sturdy mace on the oaken structure before her. ‘Oi! You want to spill each other’s blood, do it outside! Just remember the last time you decided to do so, Ern!’ The fellow, Ern, made a sour face. Whatever incident the owner of the Braidwood Inn was referring to, seemed not to have tuned out too well. His free hand touched his leg close by the knee as memories returned. ‘And you…!’ She pointed her mace at the Dunmar woman, intent on keeping her voice. I walked upstairs and made it on to the dance floor. I was swaying in time to the music with my hips, slowly from side to side. I noticed a few people watching, they were probably just curious why I was in here alone, nothing more. I moved myself closer to the speakers, squeezing my way through the moving bodies. I liked to feel the vibrations go through me.As I headed there, I past through a group of drunken men. They did the usual whistles, and grabbing for my arse, but I quickly batted them. “That’s okay, Sarah, there’s nothing wrong with waiting for the right guy.” She frowned as I said that and I wondered why she suddenly looked so sad. “You see that’s the thing… I think I like…. Girls.” I smiled devilishly at her. I had secretly wished that this young sexy blonde would tell me she loved pussy. I could just imagine her tits flopping, pink nipples hard as rocks as she let me finger her virgin pussy. “What do you mean… what about girls do you like?” I asked. As if I had no idea.