“We cut trees mistress, we don’t plant them,” he said crankily.“If you cut them down and don’t plant replacements, you boys are destroying t...he environment, and that is not acceptable. If we don’t plant new trees, we run out of trees. No trees, no jobs; that is just not smart.”“Plus in the future, we don’t just want the logs. You have piles of trash that take a long time to break down on this planet. Fortunately, we will be introducing new processes. I need a list of the orders we currently have. Simon’s hand was on her lower back, guiding her and, given how she’d slept for almost the whole flight, she was glad as she felt a little bit wobbly on her feet. It was SO bright, no low winter sun here, not like the grey Glasgow streets, which seemed to be cloaked in a perpetual murky darkness at this time of year. She loved the feel of its rays on her skin and made a mental note to change into something more appropriate as soon as she got the chance. Simon took her hand as they made their. One would actually be his "rod man" who would hold the measuring pole which Jim sighted on and the other two would be general fetch and carriers. I got Bill to assign the helpers and Jim proceeded to train them. This training took only that afternoon, and Jim said that he would be ready to start the next morning."The surveyor has arrived. We must act soon." Calm down! We still have time. That new boyfriend has complicated things, some. It was bad luck for him to be the engineer they needed. We. Jason smiled, “Just the usual meet up once or twice a week, nice dinner, movies, dating stuff and fuck each other senseless.” “Oh OK,” she stumbled. Computing all this quickly, Cathy decided why not? Jason continued, “Cathy, I’m sure we will be sexually compatible and we can discuss positions, role play, dressing up, etc as we go along.” He smiled seductively with those wicked blue eyes. “For tonight though, let's just explore each other using our hands and mouths. Is that good for you?” he.