“Okay, Nattie, it is. Nice to meet you.”“Yeah, I should go,” contrary to her words, she wasn’t moving.“Aren’t you a bit young?”“Not ...for those abs. Or chest.”I laughed. Great line! “I’m a bit hungry and its cold out.”“You look great in a towel. But you’re right. It is cold out. I’ll come back later and warm you up.” Turning adroitly in her cute, torn, low leather boots, she left my porch humming a tune.I watched the teen saunter to the pizza company’s assigned car and drive off, but not before. Her me is Naomi. Naomi is a 70 year old large, voluptuous woman with big saggy tits, silver hair and a very bushy silver haired pussy that is well hidden by her very plump outer lips that keep everything folded inside nice and neat. I asked her how and why is she here. She smiled and said she never saw the redhead woman, (Ginger), leave and did see my wife come home. She came out of her house to talk to her and noticed an intoxicating smell on my wife she is not experienced in a long time. I. Are yousome kind of witch or sorceress or something like that?" Not at all. I am what would be defined as a supernatural being, well,partly at least. Have you ever studied any Greek mythology?" She asked,her voice seemed to be a bit hesitant about continuing.I nodded once, "I had a fascination with it as a kid and read a little aboutit all. Why?" Well, I'm of pure Greek ancestry first of all. My family told me of theancient legends as I was growing up, particularly the few involving. Not so in his second. Unknown to all that were in the executive and legislative branches that another group of people ready to take power as soon as the political climate was right. The Elites.Olivia knew all of this from her leaps into the future but never told anyone except for her children. Barbara, Alice and Junior. The trio of children had inherited some of their mother and believed her when she told them of the coming revolt. They would be thousands of miles away on a remote island. She.