She finally chose her outfit, one of my favourites, to be precise. The pale blue summer dress with dark blue micro flowers. underneath her half cup wh...te bra so it couldn't be seen above her dress neckline. Down below she pulled on her fine, lace, mesh knickers, these didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her dark pubic triangle stood out clearly through these. She pulled her dress over her head and was almost complete. A little perfume, a touch of lippy and eyeshadow, then it was hair. Her hair was dyed garishly: half cotton-candy blue the other half bubble-gum pink."I need to speak to Sam," I snapped.Candy licked her lips suggestively. "Is that all you really need? Maybe you need to use her special tool," she giggled."Wipe that grin off your face and tell Sam it's important," I ordered."Fine," Candy pouted and flounced off, her tight rear wiggling delightfully as she walked up the stairs. A moment later she returned and invited us in and led us to the living room. "Would you. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I helped each old lady to a stool, then re-sat myself. "What'll it be, Ladies?" They each order Golden Cadillacs (gee, what a shock - the drink is as old as they are). I ordered a brandy & 7, and we began to talk. The conversation, no matter how I tried to steer it straight, went back to the encounter in the hallway. This was. We can not give another life to further empower the evil beings that tend to us. I called for a meeting that day in order to plan our attack against these heartless captors we face. As the glory of the sun rises higher above allowing more of its heat to shine down on us, chatter in the rows started to pick up. Clearing my throat I decide to address the group. ‘Could I have your attention, I called this meeting to inform all of you that the harvest is approaching.’ ‘What’s the harvest?’ The.