"Let's try to be logical," said Sarah. "This planet has plenty of game and lots of raw materials. If the replicator works, our priorities should be th... things that help us get the most out of what's around us. That suggests we should make tools first. Tools to help us hunt better so we don't need to use the replicator for food and tools that might help us manufacture more of the raw material to feed the replicator."None of them could see any fault in what Sarah was suggesting. If the replicator. James MacRae noticed Sloan’s arrival and boomed out his name. ‘Sloan Fraser. Come, join us fer a drink before ye go.’ Sloan crossed the room with his uncle, the others milling about with men from the other clans, accepting tankards of ale mixed with mead, in friendship. James stood with the other leaders, Andrew, Jacob and Harlan, in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth more than the others. James offered Sloan a cup of the ale they were drinking, one of considerable better quality, than what. She, in turn, had no interest in him. The interest in Cindy came from another source. It came on slow at first, but Ted the deli clerk saw her as a very attractive woman. Not in the glamorous, Hollywood sense. She was not prone to excessive make-up or stylish attire. Nor did she have a centerfold body. Instead, Cindy was a extremely petite girl of roughly five feet, slender figure with small breasts, and topped with red hair cut like a third-grade boy. Ted saw, not the individual parts that. Seeing that cute little bulge every day, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him! Well, one day I let him 'accidentally' see me with my blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties that day and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet mommy pussy, too," she smirked. "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. From there it was easy to get him to suck my pussy -- the way you never let him -- until he was drunk.