“I’m going to go get my salves,” Bobo said. “Some of these folks don’t look too bad. I’ll take care of the ones I can.”“Thank you,” ...reya said, sounding relieved. “Priest Davi, are you a healer?”“No, Priestess; I’m sorry.”“Then I’ll take care of this man. You go around to everyone else and find out how they’re hurt. Help them if you can, or talk to Bobo—the man who just left—when he gets back. If it’s serious, bring them to me, but I don’t know how many people I can heal.”Davi nodded and went. From the start, nothing seemed to go right, beginning with the problem that I soon received a report that Mumford’s wagon loaded with the small pony kegs of oil suffered the improbable misfortune of breaking a wheel and then the rear axle, right in the center of the marketplace. This caused all of the barrels to roll off and shatter onto the stone, spilling the fuel into the roadway and several vendor stalls. If that was not enough of a disaster, nearly at once there was the further unlikely. "It uses the controls to drive the cars for us." It's safe?" I got the source from a hobby group and added some more smarts to it myself so I know it doesn't do anything else." Okay then."I plugged in my mem-drive and copied across a simple program that did exactly what I said it did. The other files on the stick of RAM were exactly the mix of garbage and useful tools a seventeen year old hobbyist would be expected to have; my viruses and hacking tools were hidden away where only I could get. She wasn't wearing underwear, she was a lovely girl and already knew exactly how I wanted her. My fingers found the way to part her wet slit and gently traced the inside of her lips, spreading her moistness all around. I slid one finger deep into her hole, her honey tasting juices flowing like a river as I gently massaged my finger in and out of her. I could feel her knees starting to tremble so I guided her into the bathroom and hoisted her onto the sink counter. I kissed her neck and.