”Ginny was our Cultural Affairs leader. She would act as accountant for the Trading post and Historian. She was the one who had stayed behind afte... Mercer had negotiated the trade agreement last year so I listened to her carefully. Ginny was small and motherly. About 40 she had been in the Corps for a long time and had spent a lot of time in the field, taking the time to have only two children. She was wiry and tough; a redhead with freckles and her hair was longer than usual almost to her. "I know it's yours, it'll always be yours, I'm going to hang it up on the peg, look."She watched where I'd put it, just like I'd watched where my possessions were, during the two years I'd spent in the young offender's institute. An apple had been fought over once and a youth stabbed to death for stealing it.Tobacco was more precious than gold in there, you could spend tobacco."Do you want a cigarette mum? I've bought some of your brand." Thank you."She lit the filter-tipped cigarette,. "Good lord, what a fight she got in," John said. "The trip to the bar that night included most of our friends. Jennifer's fiancée was with us and once the interdiction field lit up he started trying to give Jen directions about who she should take. Jen was thinking of taking five girls and three boys, for variety, but Bud lost his temper when she started looking over some of the men who had been attendance. He finally backed down after Jen threatened to leave him behind, but about three hours. She turned her head, spotting a huge dog lying on the back seat of the car. "Ohhhh, Mr. Anderson. He's beautiful!" I brought Laddie to meet you," he said, heading out of town for his small place in the country."Ohhh, thank you," she cooed, stretching over the seat to pet the huge gorgeous collie. "He's so furry and pretty!" The juices in her pussy began to flow and she sighed soft little purrs as she stroked the collie's sable and white coat. She scratched the tip of his nose and the dog opened.