It seemed like they were old friends. The goat wasted little time goosing the ass of the stout pig-lady and she decked him with a karate chop. Yeah ..... old friends indeed!The cheerful bear had confirmed what paths we should take, first south, and then to reach the river island bridges. Neither were more than a few miles away, but this great river marked the boundary between their domain, and the ruined lands of the Others, across those stone bridges. We found some frightened creatures along the. Once inside she had me help her move the couch an a chair all the while i felt my erection wanting to grow harder as i admired her. Once dont she asked if id care for a cup of coffee i couldnt resist. I took a seat at her table watching as she walked. She fixed the coffee for us an turned her back to me bending down to pick up papers that had fallin to the floor. What a view i got there it was lips wet with excitement my erection instantly began to grow. She playfully turned an smiled as she. I still got clothes and stuff at least. And this.”She held up a black tube that came out of her toiletry bag. It looked solid, but when she unscrewed it, little brown pellets that smelled weird were exposed. It filled up to about the middle.“What the—““You know what these are?”“Either my eyes are fucked up still, or those are—weed seeds?”“Very good.” She laughed.Well, at least we’d have weed on the island. This would be a good environment at least for it, so we had something to do, in about. Claire’ replied Debs. “Are you alone?” enquire the girl. ‘I’m meeting a friend, but she won’t be here until around 10’ Debs answered. ‘is it ok if I wait inside?’ ‘By all means, it’s not a problem’ ‘Can I ask the lady’s name that your waiting for?’ ‘Yes it’s Sue…Sue Wilkinson’ The girl looked down at her desk, and began to write, then she stopped..’Ah yes…and you must be Debs?’ ‘Erm….Yes’ Debs replied, pondering on how and why they had their names. Miss Wilkinson rang earlier and arranged.