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She flipped open her computer and finger asian clicked a button. The dark screen of the video monitor mounted on an easel in front of the table flashed to life with a copy of the meeting's agenda. “Is everyone settled in?” she asked as she withdrew a folder of papers from her tote-bag and passed the copies around the table. “Next up is Mister Wolf’s six-month performance and evaluation report. Our bylaws require I provide the council with a performance and evaluation report for any new member. Today is Mister Wolf’s six-month anniversary, and this is my report as required by Article Seven of our charter.” The first page of her report replaced the displayed agenda. “What the hell?” the quartermaster gasped as she read the last page. “Terminate and reassign?” “Oh, that?” Sheila smiled. “I’ll explain. Ever since we established our base, we’ve been in the planning for something which will end japan of the world as we know it. Now that the shit has hit the proverbial fan, the time for preparation has ended. Ready or not, we are now operational.” Sheila paused as she looked around the room before turning her attention to cumshot me. The drumbeat of my heart sounded like thunder in my ears as beads of sweat trickled down my back. I licked my dry lips and wiped my forehead with my hand as I returned her gaze with a tentative smile and dried my hands on my quivering knees. Now what? “We’ve been blinded by the light of a new day. We know nothing about what this event has done to the world beyond these walls. Until we re-establish communications with them,” the commander amateur waved toward the lands beyond our cabin, “we can only assume. But this much we do know. Our unprotected devices and microchips took fatal beatings. We lost one hundred percent of our chip-based electronics. If what happened to us is representative of the damage from the solar storm, and there’s no reason to think otherwise, technology has been booted back to the days before the First World War. The grid has been obliterated.” Her next words were lost as the lights of the conference hall flared and died, and our meeting was plunged into darkness. “Oh shit! Not again,” I moaned as the shimmering glow outside the exit doors grew and intensified. “Why does this shit keep happening to me?” I grumbled under my breath. Despite the growing knot of terror in my gut, I burst out laughing at the self-centered absurdity of my complaint. The me at the moment was the entirety of mankind. Again, nothing personal. Shit happens, carry on. My sun was doing what stars must do if they are to comply with the laws of physics. I understood well the eleven-year min-max sunspot cycle. I also knew we hadn’t been around long enough to experience all the other cycles rippling through time. Nature had just pounded the last nail into our technological coffin with a sledgehammer. If the first SkyFire event had reduced high-tech to rubble, this second event was making the rubble bounce. “Oh, my God, we are so screwed,” I laughed to myself, loud enough for tits Sheila to hear. “What’s so funny?” Sheila said in a voice resonating with alarm and curiosity, probably wondering if I had gone off the rails. “Nothing.” I paused as I patted my pockets for my Bic. Dana growled in warning. My left arm ached so badly. Now Nick and I discussed the ground rules. His japan jizz splashed across my face. He was always the popular sort, never had any problem getting girls, and often seemed to have one or more hanging off him. That night, I tits did fall asleep with Paul spooning me and his hand cupping one of my tits. “Are you complaining Char?” "Ma'am are you sure this is you?" Everything connected in cumshot a moment of horrible realization and this gave him new strength. "Is Mr. Richards' statement accurate?" “...Lay on your side, facing away from amateur me…” Eventually, I fell asian back asleep. Her head tossed from side to side between the slave’s knees and she rasped out a rhythmic pattern of bestial grunts.