There was a loud click and the door swung open."Welcome to the rabbit hole Mister Moore." He said smiling.We enter a large chamber with what looked li...e relics all over the walls, at the far end was a desk, he walked over to it and took a seat."How do you know about this atlantis place?" I asked.He raised an eyebrow at me."Mister Moore, I believe you are an honorable man, I get that vibe from you, despite our little sparing up there, know that if I wanted to I could take you apart piece by. Fortunately, there were no attacks during the winter. All of the other men were just as busy hunting for their families, so nobody had any time to waste on enemies. When spring came, the story would be entirely different!Finally, the weather began to warm up, and some of our men started to talk about how they were bored. Their solution to this problem was to fight somebody, and the Comanches were an obvious target. I was all for letting peace last as long as it would, but I was a voice shouting. I didn’t have an engineering or math degree (shit, I didn’t have any degree), so I didn’t qualify for most of them. “Let’s try Craigslist,” she suggested. After about fifteen minutes I was really discouraged. I could make minimum wage cutting grass or stocking shelves, but I couldn’t live on that. “OK, let’s try Backpage.” Never heard of it and told her so. “Backpage has fewer jobs than Craigslist but, uhm, more that don’t require a degree or academic skills.” Christine looked like she was. They hung there, the nipples pressed tightly against the fabric still stretched around them, in all their flowery glory. She has that very light, flowery skin and her breasts have those tiny sky blue veins just below the surface, taunting and telling you just how engorged and plump her breasts are. I ended my conversation with her and left her to her work knowing she was a dead end. There was some great scenery, but nowhere to go. Opportunity then presented itself as Dirty Blonde needed a.