"However, your life may never be thesame."There was a large device above me with a needle in the end - and it didhurt."I'm injecting you with millions...of tiny machines," the man said. "Theyare tiny enough that to the naked eye together they would look like aviscous jelly, but that is not the truth of the matter." Ww-what will they do?" I managed to stammer, realizing I'd regained someof my physical strength."Good question," the man responded. "They will do anything I ask, fromfighting disease. I had a relaxing bath in the afternoon and soaked myself in the water which had some sweet smelling essential oils added. After I had reluctantly got out of the invigorating bath, I put on my best black bra and matching panties which really pushed up my cleavage and was a real contrast against my white skin. I admired myself in the mirror as I finished getting dressed in a black dress which struggled a bit to completely cover my cleavage. The party was scheduled to start at 4:30 with some. This morning the weather was excellent for the time of year and Claire had swapped her baggy sweat top for a tight fitting V neck T shirt that showed off her massive cleavage. Claire was in earshot as the Fork lift driver and I chatted as he unloaded my lorry, during our conversation he asked where my other deliveries were.I explained my route and where I hoped I would end up for the night, which happened to be in the far north of the country.That seemed to get the attention of Claire who came. Gudrun was a woman who had no permanent man in her life, but was known to have enjoyed the attentions of many men, including, of course, the chief himself. Her hearth was hers alone. Her goats were her own and shared with no husband. The daughter she had borne had no father's name to honour. The flax she spun she exchanged for goods her smallholding didn't provide."The summer days will be long, hard and lonely!" wailed Astrid."Long, I agree. But hard and lonely, not at all," said Gudrun, with a.