.. they wouldn’t let me on the aircraft. I’m still sick. The phones are still down. I sent Hairy a letter. I feel helpless.Kiewit Coal sent out th...e delivery truck. I didn’t call. The Federals were sending emergency coal resupplies to every known customer. I got 24 tons ... where am I going to put it? Right now, what I couldn’t shovel through the loading port is sitting under a tarp by the backdoor ... maybe 9 tons?The Chinook lasted six days ... long enough for my butcher to bring out a load. To my surprise, I did find a cupboard I hadn’t opened yet which turned out to be a bit of a wine storage area. “Huh,” I grunted as I pulled a bottle of red free and turned it over in my hands. I had no idea what anything on the label meant, but I figured it had to be alright if the standard of everything else in this house was anything to go on.When Debbie returned, I was sitting back on the couch, beer in hand and phone in the other. I’d been texting Gloria to book a ride, and she had. " Do you see any working automobiles?" I asked as I lifted my field glasses and focused on the town."Not many. So far, I've spotted three motorized moving - all antiques. One of 'em, old fashioned fire truck, a pumper I think," Frosty said as the control box issued a sharp "Ping!" It was the signal for low battery and the start of the drone's auto-return sequence as the algorithm governing the drone's survival "instincts" kicked into gear.Timing is everything. Voyeur One made it back with three. He hadn't said she was beautiful in months, and she was beginning to think that he no longer found her attractive. Their sex had been sporadic and uninspired recently. She raised her knees and reached around to angle the tip of his hard cock up against her pussy slit. She squeezed his member gently, moving it up and down her outer lips. It felt nice.He pushed. The tip of his turgid erection pushed into her about an inch. Angela gasped, surprised but pleased. "That's dangerous..." she cooed back.