Emma would be happy to accompany me, placing her complete trust in my hands. Invitation offered, invitation accepted.He moves on to practical matters....What should she wear? A moment’s thought and I suggest something stylish, 1950’s and flowing, perhaps a long dress that Ava Gardner or Kim Novak would love to have been seen wearing. He smiles - Emma would like that. And underneath the dress? My turn to smile. Emma knows my preferences - I will leave that to her. He nods, his mind already reeling. In the Out-of-Control areas that industry and agriculture led the way, for those were the locations that fed the needs of the bustling CAs. Vast areas of Sub-Saharan Africa, South America and the East were the granaries of the world and the industries that manufactured the artifacts of society were spread across those areas of the world not covered by the residential fields of the CAs. The result was a reasonably balanced population: those who chose agriculture or industry generally located in. I was already looking to get out of the field and get into some more. I am all about raising the bar and open to new possibilities. While I was working there, I had the most interesting and most unforgettable experience ever in mid August. It was one August Friday night, I was around doing my rounds. I stand at 5’2 and about give or take 130 to 140 very lean. I have long hair on top and shaved off on the sides but you wouldn’t notice it unless I pull my hair up. I have brown eyes, tan white. She was sure for just an instant that she was going to have a heart attack. It was so disorienting that she hadn't even thought to cover up.'Oh my God! I was lying here naked with another woman eating my pussy, ' her brain was screaming. 'He saw everything ... he had to!'The thought seemed to be repeating over and over like someone trying to get an idea through to a mentally challenged individual. Meanwhile she was looking at her hostess' relaxed face. She was convinced that Julia actually had.