I'm so sorry," Samantha said with genuine concern and pity inher voice."It gets worse," Julia said with disgust. "He wasn't even home when I gotthere ...oday. He was out at a liquor store buying beer. He's taken updrinking. During the day." Julia had a look of revulsion on her face. "Iguess his ambition is to become a drunk. On my money, no less!" Men. That's terrible!," Samantha spat."It really is. And the drinking seems to be getting worse despite thefact that we have a loser-drunk living in. Some people who had visited the Compound previous to the transition recently would notice. We would just have to make sure they didn’t return for maybe a year, to give us a cover story, it was newly constructed. We would just have to have their access restricted for a while.Chuckling to myself, it had indeed been so, just that it was one-hundred years ago.Being on our own power for so long, I had forgotten the transition had cut the utility lines.My next call was about the media reporters,. Sofia turned around with more oil and this time poured some on my stomach, gently she circled her hands around spreading the oil over my soft white skin, her face watching the movements of her hands.Now she moved above my head reaching over she spread the oil up over my breasts, my nipples were as hard as I’d ever felt them as her hands brushed over them and circled around the cup, over and over again teasing and toying with my nipples building my excitement. My breathing was deep and I began. "It's current events from a historical purview. An analysis of the events of the last ten years," Millicent added sweetly."Ye Gods! They're joking," Geoffrey spluttered, for as far as he was concerned the less the proles knew of current events the better. Bread and circuses in a manner of speaking kept them happy, that plus the iron fist in the spiked chainmail glove to keep them in line if necessary and on the path to greatness for England and St George."They aren't, seems some foolish old.