The plant was still in reasonably good shape, since the union expected to take it over as soon as we gave in. Well, we had a surprise for them.It was ...tempting to use our new helicopters to transport troops to the plant and fly air cover while they were there, but that was foolish overkill. Instead, we planned to move in with one APC for firepower and six trucks loaded with 72 officers and men. We went with that many because we figured that overwhelming force would cow the union people and get. Children played outside. No one went missing. No drive by shootings. In the big cities there were gangs but all they did was simple mischief. About two weeks after Ken left, Sara was getting depressed. She missed Ken so much. She missed his voice, his dry sense of humor. Most of all she missed the feel of his hands on her body, the soft gentle kisses and his caress. She missed him being inside her, nipping her clitoris, his tongue making her squirm as he probed her vagina. The feel of his cum. ‘What kind of test?’ ‘I cannot tell you. The current Keeper of the Bloom shall decide that.’ ‘How do I find this flower?’ ‘Someone will guide you to it. I would do so myself, but I have other duties.’ She waved languidly. Another Faerie came slowly toward him, emerging from the trees. The Faerie was a slim young girl, looking to be the equivalent of sixteen years old in human terms. Her long, flowing hair was a pale shade of green. Her skin, flawlessly smooth as the Queen’s, was also green, but. Eventually, I wandered back in to the large play room. It had a leather fetish bench (basically, a picnic table designed for sex), three large screen TVs playing gay porn, a couple of mattresses on short pedestals, a sling, and long bench running the entire length of one side of the room, I would guess about 20 yards. As I entered the dimly lit area I could see the bench was mostly occupied. When my eyes adjusted to the murky light I suddenly realized they were all twinks. All of them! There.