Then ... what? They neglected all health and social services, they took and redistributed every public and private resources based on political, not s...cial, needs - and their people begin to starve as cronies can't (or won't) farm, mine, develop, or otherwise use the redistributed resources to the true benefit of society. Eventually your people or cronies rebel -— and you ruthlessly torture and murder them, getting your country thrown out of any useful worldwide organizations that might help. “Hello?” she said. “Hi. I’m Brent Mason from the West Hall Foundation. We worked together on the last fundraiser.” Michelle did not really need the reminder. She remembered Brent very well. He was a tall, fit man about a decade older than her. A bit of white streaked his otherwise black hair, giving him a bit of a distinguished look. The twinkle in his grey-blue eyes had captivated her often during meetings. “Hi, Brent. Nice to hear from you again. What can I do for you?” “I remember you were. She stepped into her heels and looked for accessories. She slipped gold rings on fingers of both hands, an elegant gold ladies watch on her left wrist and a gold bracelet on her right, she clipped a pair of drop earrings to her ears and an elegant pendant around her neck. She turned to the mirror.She looked stunning. The gown was split up one side and showed off her elegant, shapely, gossamer-hosed legs to perfection.She looked like one of the professional women or doctors wives who turned up. Lenny noted that these girls were, if anything, more attractive than the ravishing beauties she had seen working in the Phylogem Club. They were dressed in harem outfits, with scanty tops that revealed almost everything but the nipples.The panties were made of a veil-like material that allowed one to see the fur of their pubic areas quite clearly. The long, billowing pantaloons were made of an even filmier substance that showed off the perfect flesh of each girl's long and shapely legs.They.