..like to good gurl should. After all, what's the point of dressing as a slut and not being one...and when I dress as "Jolene", I AM a slut. This was,... may be, 12 yrs, ago. I told work I was on jury duty and planned the whole day around, getting dressed, going to this one ABS and actually sucking a cock and watching porn.The one ABS is in IL, but very close to the WI border. It's probably still open, but the booth doors have been torn down. Some stupid law, but anyway...I had all my gurl clothes. I heard a younger voice ask, "You won't shoot?" He stopped.I replied, "Not unless you do first." I continued, "Let's talk." I began to slowly walk toward him. He came to me and we met half way, which was good.He said, "Who are you?"I replied, "My name is Jack Matthews and I'm from Preservation in Georgia. I'm here to help some friends from Protection east of here."After a pause, he said, "I'm Max. We are from the west. We were following a plane but haven't seen it in weeks. We came upon this. " I laughed. "I think she's pretty happy with it. It's decent sized and does the job but I have nowhere near what you have to offer." I lightheartedly replied. He laughed. "Yeah, this thing tends to get me in a bit of trouble. It's bigger than most and has a big appetite to match!" We both started to laugh as we walked back to our lockers. "And of course as far as your wife is concerned... I'll be gentle with her". At that we both broke out in hysterics as we finished dressing. "Meet later for. Taking care of four babies was tiring and they both decided to hold off on more children for a while. We were all still young.I continually try to improve our village and its security. We had allowed six more families to join us. That was good news because we were now large enough to give an enemy pause before they attacked. I also worried about the Manubans. I worried that a confrontation would occur at some time. I talked to my mates.They had come to agree with me that the worship of Manuba.