The rice, however, they really screwed the rice." He paused, considering. "Gran's right ... we need some orientals." You're a good guy, Cheese. Not mu...h of a lab rat anymore. As mad as I got, I'm not a good representative for my people." Ah, you're fine, you didn't kill 'em. I'm glad you sent them back though. I was going to have to banish them from the group. Your solution got rid of the beginnings of a real problem." I have a confession." Two Voices mumbled," I didn't erase the ringleaders. Her body quivered, her breasts jiggling freely, and once again I felt myself on the brink of losing control. James moved his cock back and forth in a steady, gentle rhythm as I sucked it, and I heard Trudy panting, "Oh, yeah, baby --- fuck his mouth!" as she started sliding up and down my cock with greater and greater abandon. The morning sun was streaming in the window, the play of light and shadow on our bodies adding to the sensations, and then all at once James groaned aloud and once again. Such is the background to my story. My name is Sam Jackson and I am ajournalist on the Courier - our local newspaper. One morning my Editorcalled me into his office. As I entered I saw he had two young visitorswith him. These were introduced to me as Sarah Wainwright and Paul Hughesand they were students studying History at our local university. MyEditor explained that they were researching the Stephenson family as partof their course work and in the process of digging through old documentshad. I noted that the surly desk clerk had been replaced with a new clerk, native, and built like a Sumo wrestler. No one was going past him without using a sub-machine gun.Meanwhile, my dispatcher had miraculously set up a series of runs that had me working between northern BC and the Yukon. The net result was that I would never be out of Whitehorse for more than three days, and usually could spend a day or two with Linda. The doctor had hoped they could repair the damage to Linda’s womb, but her.