She leans back, positioning her head in the low cradle provided to support her neck. The material on the table is smooth, and cool — far cooler than...she would suspect, given the moderate temps outside in the sun. The analytical part of her mind wonders if it is cooled some how. Eyes closed, her muscles start to relax. The slight breeze coming from the ceiling fan, coupled with the cool surface of the table tingle her skin. The background noise of the waves coming ashore a bare 100 feet away is. “Don, we need to feed these people, tend to the women and babies, and put them up for a few days until I can figure out what we’re going to do with them.”“Do they speak English?” he asked.“Yep, the younger ones do.”Eli looked up to see Jubal, Jeno, Amos and Roy standing up, looking over his way. He waved to them and called them over.“You men help those vaqueros put the sheep in that back corral with the tight fencing on it. Put some feed and water in for them too,” Eli told them and watched as. Back at the present, Fiona dried herself carefully, dusted talc where she felt it was needed, slid on her stockings, placed her suspender belt on and fidgeted her nylons into the clips, added her brief knickers and matching white lacy bra, a dab of perfume and just a touch of her favourite heavy red lippy ( a sure sign that she was feeling randy) then returned to the bedroom poked the recumbent Rob, telling him to “get mobile” and that “he owed her breakfast for her letting him use her body. .”“I will dad. I will,” she laughed. “Now, are you going to help me finish the on program Mom or not?”I looked up, and Alyssa was standing there, zoned out, in all her topless glory. She needed the least amount of boob augmentation, so instead we concentrated on little things, like filling them with some yummy liquid.“I think I’ll settle for vanilla ripple,” Stacy said thoughtfully. “Kay should have a monopoly on butterscotch.”“Fair enough,” I said. “But I promise you, someone is getting ready.