We both knew Alex, but not well. And we knew about a handful of folks. There was drinking, and dancing, and talking, and drama. All in all, it was mor... entertaining than sitting at the bar, watching college football.As the night wore on, the crowd started to thin. And when I realized Chaz and I were the only straight guys I figured it was time to mosey on down the road. "Let me hit the bathroom and then we'll hit the road. Sound good?" I asked. Chaz nodded.When I came out of the bathroom, there. "You asked whether the Program originators thought all of this stuff through. My view is that they don't think they have to." Huh?" Bert, those people are theorists - idealists - utopians. The kind of people who have brought about some wonderful advances for humanity. But that kind of person often has one real flaw. They envision how things should be, according to their theories. Then they insist on seeing the world as if it fit their theory, rather than as it really is." You mean, they think. It was going to her head, and elsewhere. She stood with her legs a bit apart and felt a trickle of clear cunt honey escape out the curtain of her cunt lips.She watched in growing excitation as the men continued their rhythmic shoveling motion. Blair would rather have watched those muscular, sweating bodies work than a corps de ballet go through Swan Lake.What was it about the dark, shiny faces of those men. The faces so thick and gleaming with a sheen of coal dust and sweat? They were beautiful. ”I glanced at the man and looked at her, “why?”She blinked and caressed my cheek, “if you lead the pack how will they know what and where to go if you do not tell them?”I frowned, “I do not lead a pack.”She gave my cheek a pat, “you do now.”I blinked and looked down at her breasts before I smiled, “tempting thought.”I turned, “the men are taking turns carrying the girl. They have been in the wild before and are using paths the animals make.”I started moving, “that is their mistake. They are.