Then I saw a good one!The US Geological Survey in Antarctica. That was about as far away as I could get and they were looking for a stats person to co...late data. Collate! Yummy! The academic requirements were a cakewalk. The technical requirements ... mmmm ... all Unix crap, no problemo! Personal requirements ... Let's see, preferably single, mature, good medical health, emotionally stable ... yada yada ya ... That was all me! Sort of.I fired them one too! Pow!I got some replies, some packages. Looking towards the north, one could see the deeply recessed Fighting Pit, according to legend once the crater of an active volcano now turned into a blood-soaked coliseum. Beyond it, Jendayi thought she could glimpse the immensely deep blue of the ocean.She stood naked in a shallow basin, the cool water lapping at her calves. Two slave girls, beauties from the northern realms, were washing her, gently soaping her up and pouring water over her dusky skin. One of them had short hair like spun. He asked did I like all of it. I told him after I thought about it I realized I did enjoy all of it. He grinned. He told me Jeana and he had just had a fight about a blow job. She told him to get out and come to me. She said that I could blow him and then come over to her apartment and fuck her. I told him I didn't believe him. He said it is the truth. I went over to the phone and asked for her phone number. He gave it and I called. Jeana answered and I announced myself, I did not get. Sharon had by now lost her fear of the pilgrims. They had not even once attempted to persuade or coerce either of the girls to join in their perverted rituals, and had made clear by their actions that they had no expectation that they should do so. It was sex and not physical abuse and humiliation that the girl was offering them, but however relatively benign such lovemaking was in comparison, it was still not something that Sharon could entertain. ‘I’m no fucking dyke!’ she replied, but.