"You're still upset about your folks?" I ... yeah. I'm still kinda embarrassed about it." Look. I'm not mad about the trip, Jason. I told you I'm not ...ad. It wasn't your fault. I don't want you worryin' about that. I can tell you, if I'd taken you to my place, it would've been just as bad for you. My brothers aren't all that nice, especially if you're not from the project." There's ... more to it than what I've told you. A lot more. Dad and Mom have their reason to be mad at me. What happened. Unless they had trouble they had an hour to spare.In between meetings Jason was going to lead Courtney to the hunting cabin where she was going to stay and give her a quick course on how everything operated and where things were situated.At 7:30 we boarded the plane for the flight to Frost Borough. The flight was uneventful until it was almost over; there was a little more than the normal turbulence. The seating had been arranged in business format so we could work. Jenny was beside me in the. ..."Not really, it was a pleasant late summer night, the heat has faded, anda gentle breeze ruffled the hem of my skirt.I was just leaving my favorite ABS, having pleased and satisfied anumber of the male clientele, and was feeling tired, but giddy at thethought of being a giving and slutty girl. My tummy gurgled happily athow much cum I swallowed! Eight? Nine? I lost track, after being pulledinto so many booths! And in the theatre, it was like a feeding frenzy ofpirahana, there were so many. One thousand tons of corn flour. Three thousand tons of amaranth, which is a grain like corn. Twelve thousand barrels of wine, thirty thousand barrels of beer. A thousand barrels of whiskey."Whiskey wasn't a word Freidal knew. "What is whiskey?" Distilled fermented corn," she said, patient with the interruption. She had to explain distilled to him as well.She looked at him, smiled slightly and went back to her list. "Fifty heavy cannon that all fire twelve inch shot. Thirty field guns, as well.