”“What?” Karla’s eyebrows rose.“Not booze,” I said. “Rubbing alcohol.”“That would stink even worse,” said Karla, wrinkling her nos....“It doesn’t smell like anything,” I said. “It just kills bacteria and then evaporates.”“Did you bring rubbing alcohol?” asked Karla. Her voice made it clear she thought I had not.“Of course,” I said. “It’s part of the first aid kit.”“You never talked about this before,” said Karla, still suspicious.“Most people can go two or three days without a shower,” I said,. Zang replies, “I’m sorry, Mr. Brown. I meant no offence.”I sit down, satisfied. We had arrived early. They had arrived even before us so that they could try and catch me off guard. Their demand that I talk now was even more of a play to establish dominance. Be assured they orchestrated this entire exchange just to establish dominance, and they just lost to a kid, or so it appeared. It isn’t a game I want to play, but they started it, and I don’t back down from a challenge. I want to tell them. She had changed into one of her posing outfits, red bra and pantie set with stockings and suspenders, all covered by her short satin robe. She sat back down at the computer and began to describe to John what she was wearing. Going into precise detail of how her nipples were hard inside her bra and telling him how wet her pussy was thinking of him with his cock out. This was new for of us, she'd never done this before and I was surprised she was doing it now. John typed again, asking if Hazel. "If you want, you can tell me about the nungungi. Not right now. When you're ready." Thank you." Now go see how Weena and your sister are."He ran up the steps and into the house. I followed him and found Dad in the kitchen with a stack of paper and a cup of coffee."Hey." How'd it go?" Pretty well. He was crying on the way home. The number of changes hit him. He's only six. Losing the ranch and the nungungi at the same time was too much. But he'll be okay. Wait till he sees the rocking.