Once there, at least they’d be on cameras. While that in no way meant they’d be safe, it at least meant a security force would be monitoring and ...ould hopefully respond in time to prevent their murders…or worse. Or worse… As bad as life was inside the Sector walls, it was far, far worse on the outside. Beyond the concrete barricades and mine fields, were the literal dregs of what was once called America. Not everyone had been killed by the plague…and not everyone had bowed down to the hand. .. our girls ... seldom wore much more ... everywhere.The Vellamo III, as standard equipment, carried a treadle Singer; one never knows when a sail needs repair. 17 year old Channet Saduntytär had just such a sewing machine at home in Jyväskylä.Inkeri ... now 14 and graduated to her mothers estate..."huge tracts of land," ... got together with Channet and the pair spent two days in the hold, sewing.It fit ... what little there was of it ... it fit."Daddy?" Inkeri asked one morning as I was. Her wavy locks, raven black and shining in the morning sun, cascaded halfway down her back. The girl was indeed pretty ? but her hair was startling beautiful, the kind of hair that drew admiring stares from men and envious glances from women. She was covered nearly head to toe in a full-length trench coat, looking like a clich? version of a movie spy. The coat covered her well, but not even the thick and padded material could hide the ripe curves of the girl underneath: even with the. Reaching for my cup, I gingerly took a first sip of my coffee. It tasted great.A television announcer wearing a ridiculous plaid jacket blared that another storm might be closing in on us. I tuned him out and turned my attention back to Julie, sighing inwardly as I recalled the pyrotechnic lovemaking of the previous night.Julie's robe unfolded as she leaned over to pour herself a second cup of coffee and revealed a half-exposed breast to me. I yearned to suckle it. It had been a long time since.