There is a lot that goes into one.’ The white feral stops, watching Hera take a few steps ahead of her. ‘How many escapees are we talking?’Hera ...stops and looks over her shoulder and smiles at the feral. She continues forward, the wind carrying her voice. “Only one escapee and most of the work will be done for you. All you have to do is make sure she gets a good distance from the farm.”‘One? Is she a threat?’ Ember asks, quickly falling back in at Hera’s side.“Does it matter?” the blonde asks,. I believed it except for how many girls he slept with, Ian wasn’t that stupid or low.Laughing at his comment I blurt, ‘Yeah, I know.’‘You two were friends weren’t you?’ Ian asks while he continues to strum his guitar.I shrug. ‘I guess you could say so.’‘Well then maybe you can tell me why she’s such a whore,’ he says. We both fall in a fit of laughter. Once all laughter was done Ian went back to writing. After a few moments of silence, he asks, ‘Why would you associate yourself with someone. ”“And how far have you gone?”“Pretty much every which way you can,” I said taking a drink.I looked at the expression on Amanda’s face and waited for it to catch up with her brain and any other parts of her anatomy. The blush that covered her face and spread down her neck let me know she had fully grasped the concept.“You sucked another guy’s cock?” she asked breathlessly.“Yes.”“Wow. And I missed it. That would have been a fun night.”“It was.”“Did he cum?” she asked breathlessly.“Eventually, but. "I think that this is the right time for all of us to mourn the loss of the people, the places, and everything else we have left behind. Every bit is an essential part of whom we are, and will always remain in our hearts. But we must never forget that we represent the future. We are being depended upon to make that future bright."Look around you, please. Here we are, thirteen people thrown together, very largely by chance. We are now in the evening of our first full day together. Already I see.