Or at least, parts of it.“How would I make an untraceable phone call?” I asked Jawarski and Carter as we walked into my house.“Why? It’s too e...rly to bring in the Feds,” she said, suspiciously.“It’s not for calling the Feds, although we’ll need the same thing when it comes time to call them, I guess. But for now, I want to make a call to a journalist and pass them some of the information we’ve gathered so far, anonymously. Preferably a reporter at one of the local papers.”“That’s a terrible. We were the real kind. The kind that did all that, would take a bullet for you no questions asked, read each others minds, and more. THAT kind of best friends. We had no secrets. Not between us at least. Sure, there were lots of secrets we shared with one another that no one else knew about. I knew more about his past and him than our parents. Shoot, we were so close crying in front of the other was ok. I remember him breaking down several times, mostly over stress of adjusting and all the. At breakfast, Dad reviewed what they had decided yesterday. They intended to build greenhouses over much of the new land, although part would remain as pasture. They planned for five times as many dairy cows, and a much-expanded dairy to provide us with enough milk for everyone, as well as enough to continue making cheese, butter, and ice cream. They hoped to have enough milk to make cottage cheese and yogurt, too. While I knew we had to do it, I dreaded expanding the dairy because the milking. I welted before him as he took me in his arms. He asked me if I wanted him if so I had to do as he said. I agreed giving my self to him. We were in the living room with Peggy and her boyfriend. He told me to strip. They sat on the couch watching as I slowly stripped. He took me by my hand and turned me around looking me over. He had me to bend over in front of them running his fingers over my pussy and ass. I was so wet. Peggy and her boy were all over each other. He stood me up and me undress.