"What's all this about then?" I stammered, unsure of what exactly was happening."Put those coffee mugs down before you spill them" she said. She leane... in and picked up her mug taking a long satisfying smell of the 100% Columbian aroma before taking a sip. "I know you were watching us last night out by the pool" she continued. "You saw everything and now we have to be sure you wont go running to the authorities." she finished before reaching to the coffee table and retrieving her mug. I sat. A guy came up and parted my woman's buttocks and attempted to do her anally.She took strong exception to this, and whilst they were arguing I took the opportunity to escape. But I still had a problem as one of the guys had seen off the other oldie and was trying to get the redhead into an adjacent bedroom. he had even succeeded in unbuttoning the top of her dress and was busy getting his hand inside her bra. It was then that Joan intervened. She certainly carried some clout because a few words. As they were visiting and he was making his sales pitch, she spread her legs wide enough that the thong didn’t cover her pussy with its neatly trimmed hair. “I didn’t bring any money but do you ever barter for your lessons?”The young man smiled, this not being the first time he had such offers, “How about we take a little walk and, um, go over the details?” He led her down the beach around the rocky outcrop that jutted out into the ocean and gave privacy from the rest of the beach. They came. A week later the liquor was all gone. That was over a month ago. The only way to make more would be to ferment some of the small stock of remaining grain. And that is reserved for a seed stock if we survive long enough to repopulate the surface. High above the cavern the Cobalt-Thorium clock keeps its irregular count. In the early days the count decreased rapidly dropping by a point every day. Two months later the ticks came only every other day and two months after that it was once every four.