Disease had destroyed entire families. The old had died without passing all they knew to the young. The young were faced with a culture they didn’t ...nderstand.“Your culture was based on hunting rather than farming. You can’t stay in one spot and hunt sufficient game to feed even a small mob year round. It requires that you move according to the season. It takes a lot of land to support a small band.“The white culture was based on farming. Seeing land was vacant and was suitable for farming,. They had brought their swimming stuff and so they changed, not bothering to be afraid of showing the world what their bodies looked like as there was nobody around.Seeing Lucy and Scarlet's bodies uncovered caused Amy to blush slightly and her cock to stir. She could tell from Scarlet's face that the same thing was happening to her, too. It was still hard to hide her arousal, dispite the fact that she'd had a year to come to terms with her condition and to try and control it. She got changed. Ask her out!”“Me?” Carl said. “Naw, I’m too much of a schlub. But she’s been looking you over pretty steadily.”“Me?”“C’mon, Randy! You know all the girls in this place think you’re a fucking stud! You could have your pick.”“Yeah, well. I’ve sorta ... got a steady girl back home, Carl.”“In fucking Colorado? Why aren’t you out there with her, then?”I had to think fast. I wasn’t particularly good at making up tall tales. “Not in Colorado,” I said. “Nashville. We met in school, at Vandy.”“Well,. He really hated going to the city because of all the people jammed together, and the dirty air, and the feeling of futility he got every time he drove there. Seth was very conflicted between his desire to be with Martha and the desire to be at the ranch. In the end it boiled down to need. He needed to be at the ranch to do the work his two hired hands couldn't do alone. The ranch had to be kept stable so Martha and his new son had a home to return to.The women decided they deserved a girl's.