.” I wiggled morning wood into delightful contact. “Or not...”“Come on, cap’n. You KNOW we’ll have time out on the waterway...”The two o... us have the morning routine, several of ‘em, actually, down pat. This one is the ‘we want to have a full day’s trip for a goal’ routine. Faces washed, teeth brushed, dressed with clothes suitable for motoring through civilization, she’s doing breakfast for us while I’m giving the little diesel its daily attention.In the windless early morning, leaving the. Only seven more to go, I thought. After a quick lunch, I tackled the office, which had a huge desk in it. It was obvious no one had ever moved it, so I cleaned around it like everyone else had. Anita finally got up. ‘Hi,’ she said, combing her hair with her fingers. She actually smiled at me. ‘You look nice,’ I replied. ‘I’m a mess.’ We ate in silence and at sunset, Anita started the generator and the light sprang to life. Except for the engine noise, the light was completely silent, turning on. But eventually those fights came to an end, and a new order, or what passed for order after the rampant destruction, emerged. The country, once peaceful and united, was fragmented, the pieces ruled by feuding warlords, the people at the mercy of their lords and of the murderous bands of roaming mercenaries those lords lacked the power and the will to control. But still, time passed, and people lived, and survived, and worked, and built, and loved, and had their hopes, and dreams, and desires,. Little moans, as though she was in the middle of some bad dream, punctuated occasionally by high pitched squeeks, escaped her mouth. DanyAnne and I were both watching her intently."I dare you to take your mom's clothes off and nibble on her fucking nipples." It gave me a chance to test the limits of Shelley's intoxication (with Valdezian assistance, thank you Juan) both in what she would allow her daughter to do, and her pain threshold if I knew this girl at all. It also offered me a chance for.