No wandering off on your own. If you have to stop, like for retying your bootlace, sing out and warn me, so that we can all stop and wait for you."Luc...ily our party could easily fit in one cage rather than be split into two groups, although as we stepped into what seemed quite a ramshackle arrangement of battered and bent metal on top of the shaft, it didn't seem quite as solid as we might have wished with a good furlong of nothing directly below us! There were a couple of worried faces as the. He’s really only 40!He told us last year on our camp out, that back before the WCG, you couldn’t hop on a transport and fly to Singapore for dinner like I do every Friday and I believe him, so we can thank the World Community Government for that too. Dad said that even a trip to Los Angeles was a pain, let alone going overseas.He said there was even places, back then, that you couldn’t go to at all! I wouldn’t have believed him except that they covered it in history class this semester. For. She had been right. The man's voice remained in her head through the day and evening and into the night as if he was speaking directly in her ear. His rich, confident tone laced with a hint of an accent --possibly Spanish-- seemed to infuse itself upon her racing imagination. She could practically feel his breath warming her lobes, agitating her mind, reaching out to her, touching her, with his voice and words.Who talks like that to a complete stranger? she thought. It annoyed her, yet if truth. The young statuesque woman climbs to her feet and begins to brush loose leaves from her dress trying her best to ignore the huge 13 inch cock of the satyr only inches from her. Her mind was in a turmoil, she tried to reason with herself she must still be asleep having a nightmare, drinking wine always made her have crazy dreams but she knew she was awake and this was really happening. Her thoughts tumbled over themselves as she tried to remember everything at once what she knew about Satyrs but.