Darling..."Rex could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through his powerful body.She tasted the delicate pink spear in her mouth, lap...ing it and loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the while faint mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there beneath the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even though she continued to return affection for affection with her own small. Danny was gone. He didn't remember her leaving, or when it could have been that she had left. "Was that a dream? Or just my imagination?" Mark wondered aloud to himself. "Had to have been a dream," he decided finally. "But damn...it sure seemed real," he said, standing up out of bed. "Shit!" he added just as quickly, remembering that he had left his duffle bag sitting outside in the trunk of the car. He had nothing to wear at the moment except for his dress blues, and he wasn't about to put. I did not want to experience several million people trying to out-compete one another while stacked like cord-wood. We hit up the coast a bit--ShanWai. We had our tanks pumped and the fuel bunkers filled. I inquired about a company that I'd seen on the internet--they specialized in two-cycle high-efficiency desalinization units. With a water plant we could reclaim some good cubic and increase our range. A small water tank--say, 200 gallons--fixed to the top deck, a couple of pumps and a twenty. That morning our peace was shattered, Ethel and Northhelm had been working cutting wood for his stockpile, when a group of blue painted warriors broke into the clearing, and started throwing their spears at them. They downed their saw and ran like mad back to the village, shouting. 'Invaders.'I had left off wearing my pistol, in the false security that we were safe. So I dashed back into our house, grabbed my pistol and my pump action shotgun. Marjorie grabbed her shotgun, and Hild got hers..