There was a podium in the middle of the room, and all the easel's were arranged circular around the center of the room. I figured must be the spot. As...I approached the podium, I ripped of my tee shirt, and knocked off my kicks, then stripped out of my jeans and took a stand. Facing the doorway, I took a pose like I was about to throw the ball, much like the now famous pic of Ronald Reagan---'cept he was in full uniform. About this time there were several gasps and ohhs and ahhs from the. The leaders of each town thanked me for everything we were doing. The mines traded with them for food, paying them in ore or cacao beans, which they were able to trade for iron tools at Tampico. Many of their young men now worked in the mines, and women and older children worked in the mining village providing support for the miners while earning additional cacao beans for their own families. They even appreciated the improvements to the roads, as we frequently shortened routes by several miles. I had lost another loved one and I was only twenty-three. Damn, did life ever deal me a bad hand. I had to get out of the fucking city. I called dad and asked if I could come home. All I had left was JJ and my family.Of course dad said we were more than welcome. Maria and I didn't have any insurance so it took what little savings we had to bury her. Little JJ who was now three and I took what belongings we had left and headed back to the country where we belonged.It sure was nice being back. “And your abs, too..” There were 2 hands under her shirts now one front and one in the back. She clutched the handles firmer. Even before the hand on her behind went down into her pants, she was getting horny. Knew that she had to submit to them. “Please..” she said In a weak voice, closed her eyes, but kept on stepping. They began to lift her shirts up, over her head, into a mess around her wrists. A little like being tied. There were hands on her breasts, outside the tight, day-glo green.