Every building was dilapidated with some actually falling down. The conditions of many of them were so bad that a match and a gallon of gas was the be...t solution. Only a few were still occupied.Women were carrying water in plastic jugs. At the end of every street there was a dung pit. The stench I remembered.There had been one well for every couple hundred houses, now only one well was operational with a hand pump on it and there was a waiting line.I had seen all I needed to see. A major change. Likely the work of one of the more vicious gangs, or some desperate scavengers fighting over a can of food. Disregarding that you continued to push on, following the highway down its winding path."Where do you think you're going," a voice from behind you startling you, "It isn't safe for a pretty lady like you out here."Practically jumping out of your skin you saw the person the voice was connected to, a burly man maybe just 10 yards from you. This is always what you feared, an unknown man. As long as you say yes to what I want, your life will be worth living." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and made a call. It was to some guy named John, apparently he's an amateur tattooist who's willing to tattoo anyone as long as they keep it quiet. Professional tattoo artists tend to kick up a storm if they find out about a scratcher in the area. She hangs up the phone. "He'll be here in about ten minute’s sweetie. I asked him about numbing cream but he says he doesn't have any. He. First, the slight chill of morning air that slid up my thighs really setme shivering when it hit my exposed pussy. The second problem was thatmy skirt was pretty short, and if I didn't want to expose myself topretty much everyone I had to keep myself to little more than a briskwalk.By the time I'd arrived, I was dreaming of nothing other than a nice hotshower and a much longer skirt. I raced through this as well, undressingat record pace and donning my bath robe before finally reaching.