‘Ever since we traded with the termites, actually.’ ‘You traded with the termites,’ snarled Kokata. ‘I didn’t. I don’t trade things. I d...on’t need things.’ ‘Crankywort.’ Kokata wasn’t in a mood to joke around and didn’t retort. ‘What’s bothering you, Black?’ ‘I don’t like people knowing where I am,’ admitted Kokata. ‘People know where you are?’ The young woman sounded confused. ‘The termites,’ snarled Kokata. ‘Your devoted admirer.’ ‘Keme was not…’ ‘I was watching,’ snarled Kokata. ‘He was. Her breathing was getting heavier and h er fingers gripped my head in a way that I could feel the passion pulsing through her fingertips. Her hands dropped down and started clawing at my t-shirt. She finally got ahold of the bottom and pulled it up. I stood up and let her pull it over my head. Her hands landed on my chest and she ran her hands up and down my chest. She stepped closer and I could feel her belly press against my cock. The feeling was too much and I had to have her. I started to. I discovered this poignant reality just before I started college.I met Mary at a YMCA Youth and Government event in Sacramento in the middle of my senior year in high school when she approached me during a break in class. "Do you understand anything about this lecture?" she asked. The class wasn't even a lecture, it was a discussion. But this seventeen-year-old’s face was pure innocence. With her timid smile and puppy dog expression, the petite brunette reminded me of Katie Holmes from her. This curiously reassuring fact was the only happy thought in a time during which both women were constantly thirsty and had become increasingly scrawny. The women pooled together their different survival skills and lore, augmented by what Demure had learnt from the now-deceased Quagga whose original home had been in a drought-prone expanse of savannah before Demure’s tribe seized her. There were succulent plants that could be ripped apart for their store of water, ants and beetles that could be.