She loves how I lift her hips to meet my lips. I drink her last drops.Jennifer can not help to come from my kisses of her love lips, wetting them agai...n for my big thirst.Jennifer gladly accepts a glass of Champagne, offered by pretty Petra my great granddod, taping us.Jennifer drinks it 'ad fundum' and asks for another one before she gets back to her Slobodian story.Jenny sits again at my lap with her arms around me to hug me for my understanding and hospitality.Jenny is still shy about all. “Ok, same deal as before as always. You leave you live, stay here and get slaughtered. There are only nineteen of you left. I took out ten of you easily you nineteen really think you are strong enough to defeat me? As I said leave and live stay and well ... you’ll be dead soon so guess it doesn’t matter. I’ll give you a minute that’s all.” Alan didn’t really expect them to give up but he was always fair he had to give them a chance.A few moments later all nineteen advanced on Alan firing a. It was our children that showed them that we were not going to fight. A short conversation of where we were from and where we were going was interspersed with our own questions of what the valley and its people had for us.It was not too long after that we were offered some food and we in turn offered some of ours. One of the questions asked me was if I would sell some of those with me. It was a way of mixing blood lines but was still slavery. I did some tinkering again so there would be more. The school didn’t have a baseball team and my parents paid for Terri to get gymnastics lessons in town.Coach Budd had drawn the short straw for running the school cross-country team. An older man, nearing the end of his career, he nevertheless put in a good shift and had earned my respect.With the race on Sunday, Tuesday evening was for practice and selection. Cross-country teams consisted of six runners, with only the top four counting towards the team score. Coach Budd usually took seven.