Bart: You decide. I know a couple of guys who teach that survivalist shit. It's one step up from the shit they did back in the old Church Camp days. T...ey are running a survivalist school in the old Church Camp. It's not the skill you need to get back to a pick up point in a week or two, it's how to live the subsistence life style. In other words, live totally off the land or at least as close as possible to it. The price is five grand a month. You can stay for the whole three months then go for. That’s $200,000 of income, probably about a third of which would be profit in the short-term. In four years or so, that would rise to about 60 percent profit. That means we pay them off in five years and have a steady stream of income until we’re tired of fooling with it. The key is to find someone to handle the day-to-day details. I was fortunate to find Rex. He worked for the company that handled the building for my grandfather. They didn’t want to maintain that relationship when he passed it. All of her spare time was spent masturbating, and more than half of her time at work was spent doing the same.This is too much, Kelsey told herself as she sketched out her latest tattoo idea. The parlor had told her that they were ending the 2-for-1 discount, and so she wanted to make the most of it while she could. The piece of paper in front of her held the image of an Elven Princess, naked and on all fours, positioned in such a way to draw attention to her smoothly-shaved pussy. Something. " It looks good on you," she beamed."Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, slowly stepping into the world I never entered with her before. Judy used to be my lab partner in chemistry class. She was just the happy girl that I had fun laughing with and trading homework with, in homeroom. And now, here was the moment where we would see each other in an entirely different way."Yeah, I'm here aren't I?" Judy grinned, a twinkle in her eye."Do you want to see me?" Please," she said.I aimed the.