When a girls number came up for either the NFC or their State Meat Lottery, if the girl should run away they would have a special tactical police forc...e go out and find the missing girl and every female in her family, no matter how young or old they were, would be forced to give their meat as punishment. Very few girls ever ran away but once an 18 year old girl did run away and all the women in her family were called up to give their meat as a punishment. She had to sit and watch each female. The two new ones are a bit wider and a lot longer than the first wagon. The wagons are hitched up and put in a line so we can reload them to be better managed on the road. The middle wagon is one of the long ones, so we load all of the metal and traded for goods into it. By the time that’s properly loaded it’s about eighty percent full. We use the last of the goods to be traded out to fill it. The other long wagon has some wooden cages loaded up and then we manhandle the pigs into them: two. Clara let the police in when they came and said, “Donna Elder the woman that lives next door is hanging from my oak tree in the back yard. Clara watched as they used the ladder there to lower her body to the ground. One of the police called the coroner’s office to come and remove her body Soon there were other police that found her suicide note and the coroner came for her body. With Donna’s body gone and the police gone Clara and Jenny again stripped naked. Clara made some sandwiches for. I hope you like that; I thought it was a nice touch. I look into your eyes, as my fingers play with the top two buttons of my blouse. Your eyes are burning through the thin black silk, trying to make out the outline of my nipples, which are becoming erect, pressing against my bra. I look at you and turn away smugly, walking back to the foot of the bed. So what will it be? Skirt or blouse? Maybe you’d like to see some of my creamy white cleavage, spilling over my bra? Perhaps, you want to see.