It looked like a stray wave could mow down someone foolish enough to walk those bridges. Immortal as she may be as a fledgling demoness, Jennie wasn't...in any hurry to test that out.In fact, it wasn't only the bridges that looked poised to be overcome by the magma...The whole amphitheater was. The top arc, very much urbanized, couldn't be more than a few meters above the deadly sea."Holy shit, aren't those guys at risk from the worst inundation ever ?" Nah luv, Amduscias may be one daft number,. Nothing overboard. I selected a florescent-green set of bra and panties, cute and fun but not too sexy for a slumber party, and made sure I had a bikini to bring over. I dressed in a flaring, flowery skirt and a tank top, my bra peeking out around the white top, adding a splash of color that worked well with my red hair and green eyes.My parents were at work, since it was a Friday, and I foraged for food in the kitchen. As much as my stomach was twisting with nerves, I also was starving. It was. Making out all night tends to do thatto a teen filled with raging hormones. I decided to " cruise" down to Bug House Square. Who knows, I could get lucky ang get a BJ. It turnedout the Square was the smallest park I ever saw. A rectangular patch of grass with a little covered area in the middle. I parked and wandered to a bench and took a seat. After a minute I saw someone walking towards me from the center of the park. I tried to act non-chalont, pretendedto not notice him. Next thing I know. The script could be deposited and then drawn against to buy food and fuel when it was available. Cash was rare except for the ruling class.All payments to the surrogate terrorist groups were stopped. The Iranians were now demanding hard currency for weapons shipped to the groups.That explained the four scows that the Navy and JBG security ships had seized in the ten days we had been vacationing. The decks were false. Underneath the deck, the hold was filled with weapons that were to be sold to.