One Multi-Purpose, Multi-tool Military style Folding Shovel (with gloves), 32 ounces Actual construction was a fairly simple affair: Dig, put the contents into sandbags, stack into walls, cover top opening with a latticework of rods, waterproof with Mylar space blanket(s), mask it all with pine fronds and local flora. Add a sleeping bag and "poof!" We had one bedroom phone-booth. We smiled at our handiwork. While the resulting structure might not have been pretty enough to grace the covers of "Better Homes and Bunkers," it at least had heat, water, illumination, and power. Not bad. At two-and-half pounds, the hundred-fifty-watt-hour battery was kept charged indian by a small fourteen-watt solar panel. Rainwater runoff from the roof provided drinking water. Inspired by the Silver Fire product line, the Sisterhood's homemade copycat survivor stove produced an abundance of warmth for cooking and comfort. Reverse engineering is stealing from one. Research is stealing from many. The sisters scienced the shit out of the subject before designing a virtually smokeless unit with multiple combustion chambers. The Society had little regard for intellectual property or the little "c" with a circle around it. Find the best, copy it vintage right, and leave the rest. "Ho, ho, ho, we got the decorations," I laughed as I connected the last string of twenty-five LED Christmas lights to the collector's battery. The strand of night vision friendly crimson bulbs drew two-point-four watts and bathed the interior of our sandbag bungalow with a sinful shade, worthy of only the best brothels in Saigon. Brain farts are like that. Triggered by smell, sound, or something, they pop into thoughts uninvited. "Every day will be the same as the last, except for one," I mused aloud as I took a puff. "Why would that day be different from the rest?" "It's the day with no tomorrow. The day we die," I extinguished my cigarette. "That's a kinda half-empty way of thinking. I prefer to think every day if the first day of forever." "Perhaps the container is twice the size necessary." I reached down and pulled a six-ounce metal flask from my kit. I unscrewed the cap and filled it with a shot of the Sisterhood's best. "Drink up and savor the moment," I whispered to Belinda as I passed her the brandy. Belinda's eyes shifted. "I bet you say that to all the girls," she said with a coy smile as she took the beverage from my hand, closed her eyes, and downed it in a gulp. "Only the ones who will listen," I answered as I refilled the cap. I never intended my remark to be taken that way. But then again, who knows? I returned her smile with one of my own as I raised the spirits in salute. "A toast to yesterday's tomorrow," I took a sip and gave the remainder to my partner. "You mean today?" Now this might take a bit so if you would, find a chair and sit down," he ordered. 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"Yes Emily," I said as I bent down to her. Suddenly I was incredibly glad the door hadn’t opened while I was talking to May – from behind the guy’s back poked out the blond hair and shy brown eyes of Megan Schneider. She had four orgasms before Terry stiffened pushed deep into her, he shot seven ropes of cum deep into her unprotected womb. Although the two sisters had used the slaves before in front of each other, this time it was different, before it was one of the sisters using a slave while the other was doing something else. “There’s no way on this planet earth that you can find blowjobs among the permissions of those vows.” My mom answered. I searched for Victor around the school grounds, I made my way down the main staircase till I heard somebody call my name, just as I turned around I was faced with Victor aiming his wand at me I immediately went to draw my wand but it was to little to late Victor stunned me with the patricitrous totallis spell freezing me in my tracks I was still aware of what was going on around me I assumed Victor only did this to me so he could have his way with me but instead he dragged me outside school grounds near the black lake and that’s when I passed out. Sven Falk She bit and scratched and laughed when I cried out. “Tell me what you want baby.” He said making my pussy cream on his dick so so bad. She had a bad thing happen to her . Even though we had sex a couple more times before I saw her parents, it was clear that occasionally she’d remember the feeling of violation and freeze or ask me to stop or something. Sandra looked to Vallerie from the monitors. You lucked out, Paloma.” She reached in again and... “Here we are. She was a gray haired slender woman who I later found out was seventy six years young.