“It’s you that recorded us that night, isn’t it?”“Scotty-Scotty-Scotty,” Frankie interjected. “It doesn’t matter who recorded it. What...matters is that it exists. Now, as I was telling you before you got all emotional about Bill, the eight-grand isn’t coming without its goodies.”“What the ever-lovin' fuck are you even talking about now?” Scott asked, waving his hands around with one eye squinted more than the other.“What I’m talking about is the fact that you’re getting three pounds of weed, my. Her skin turned to gooseflesh, her pink nipples stood erect. The sheets slid down past her knees, and from the cloud, long tendrils of mist, like fingers slithered down the wall to the floor. "Wake up!" she screamed to herself. "PLEASE WAKE UP!" She could see her breath now, it was so cold! The mist wafted over the foot of the bed and crawled toward her, the tendrils wrapping themselves around her legs. A wrenching groan rose from her lips. The hair between her thighs bristled with excitement.. “Shut the fuck up bitch. All I want to hear out of you is ‘Yes sir’ and ‘No sir’. Got it?” Andre growled. “Yes sir.” Brandy whispered meekly. Trey grabbed her by the arm again and pulled her out of her bedroom, thru the living room and out the door. She followed with her head hung, eyes down. Trey shoved her into the backseat of the SUV and sat next to her, his hand on her thigh. Andre drove, backing out of the gravel drive and onto the paved road. The only home Brandy had ever know grew. What we don't have here or can't harvest in time, we'll requisition from distribution points here in North America. There is more than enough money to pay for it, and the money won't be worth a lot when we leave."We'll also need to have our people start packing. We'll load our people by bringing the ships in here to land. They're designed to do that We'll also need you to make up loading plans for the ships. Each ship can carry four thousand people and their possessions - more if a lot of them.