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"Taylor!" Amy nearly shrieked "Taylor!" That was pretty much a moan. Taylor lifted her now covered in ice cream face from Amy's belly and grinned. Amy blushed furiously "What has gotten into you? Licking ice cream off my belly in front of everyone! That's cold!"
"You liked it." Taylor hugged her tighter "I dropped it by accident."
Amy sighed; she couldn't even sit up pinned down by thirty thousand tons of large cruiser like she was. She saw where Taylor was focused "Don't you dare. We're in public."
Cassidy chuckled "You're going to have to do better at sawing her antlers off Amy."
Amy grumped "Do it for real instead of in ship space." Then she blushed harder. All the girls laughed.
Lisa tapped her chin "Uh, she is age of consent and you did have her steering a pretty radical evasive."
Amy lay back on the towel on the sand "Young crews, mine and hers. It's a sea of hormones."
Consuela nodded "It's like that when you first get a relationship going, it will settle." Carlos face palmed and the other girls looked at her.
Vicky tilted her head "Uh, that's based on your vast one relationship?"
Consuela nodded "Yes." Carlos hit the water and swam off.
Crystal snorted "Consuela is right though. Only problem is when the 'first blush', or whatever, wears off, sometimes there is nothing left."
Lucy nodded then shook her head "Subject change, California?"
Taylor lay her head down on Amy's belly. Amy rolled her eyes. Taylor allowed "Monday. Tomorrow is church and Sunday dinner. Besides, have you looked at all the stuff and people we are going to have to load? And the miner and printer is just finishing the facility and clearing off the island.
"Another golf course of course.
"Land out there is as expensive as hell too. Everything is pretty much going in the biggest layer cake we have built yet."
Tess nodded and explained "The ground is crap, literally either junk rock or oil and gold, and every bit of it riddled with faults. Hopefully we are going to get into something better as we get deeper and into better rock. There are some rare earths starting to come up but in nearly trace quantities. There's going to be a hell of a jelly zone out there in the Pacific somewhere."
Taylor nodded "Too bad we can't direct it, turn it into a mineral tap like the thing under this island." The other girls looked at her for a minute then half of them whipped out tablets. The geniuses and their crew anyway.
Amy chuckled "Now you done it."
"Who are you, Alfalfa?" Taylor arched a brow. Then huffed as Amy got lost in the cooperative design environment on the tablet. She looked on and poked a few suggestions in the brainstorming session that was going on. Amy smiled as the arms that had done the poking stayed wrapped around her. She should probably be concerned about how public they were but she really couldn't bring herself to. She could easily do a DiCaprio off her own bow right now.
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Up on the beach the women looked at Danny. Danny chuckled. Lacey sighed "Hebert's. You do realize the deeper she is the harder the fall is going to be."
Danny shrugged, grinned, and laughed "That first fight is going to be a doozie. Glad all we lose is California really."
Barack walked up "Uh, significant part of my voting base Danny." Danny laughed uproariously and the steel pans got started with Red, Red Wine. Barack looked at Michelle. She rolled her eyes but stood up, the dancing got started shortly.
Malia huffed and got with her Marines. The parents were doing it again, but it offered a distraction and Claude was watching them instead of his castle. She nodded and the preparatory bombardment began immediately. The trebuchets arms flew forward and the seashells flew through the air.
The minders, and parents on duty, heads snapped around at the yelling. Then they all sighed, another Saturday afternoon was in full swing.
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In the morning Vicky opined "These are the whitest whites that ever whited, and these creases are weapons, how the hell does the laundry do that?" Amy looked at Vicky as they walked up to the church tent and chuckled. Vicky continued, "I still don't get how blue makes white."
Amy, on Taylors arm, smiled as Taylor sighed then explained "White would be gray and or yellow because of the reflection of light, the bluing changes that reflection more toward white. That, plus they bleach the ever-living stuff out of everything that isn't work uniforms which takes away all color. The laundries use all kinds of old methods, laundry bar soap even, it's a wonder our skin doesn't crawl off."
Amy laughed "Yeah no. I checked that stuff. They do use the laundry bar soap and all that, but it doesn't have naphtha in it anymore. None of it has anything harmful really."
Lucy nodded walking behind them in a nice sun dress "Yep, need all that for the refineries and chemical works, can't be wasting it in soap. Replaced it with some enzymes. The companies that make it had already started doing that, we just added a few to work on a broader range of substrates that are more specific to naval environments and got the best temperature, mixing, and time control processes, worked out."
Taylor blinked "What, like gun cotton or something?" The choir leading off in Moring has Broken got them all focused. Taylor sent a message around the CICs and tablets connected to Bluetooth earphones. "No nose picking, how many cameras can they have in one tent?"
Amanda chuckled and texted back that every country had networks and they all wanted to be here. They had gotten the ones sharing formats and frequencies to share cameras. But they wanted multiple angles. She nearly laughed out loud as the knees that weren't quite together suddenly were and Juggernaut was scowling fiercely. "I hate skirts."
Vicky chuckled and sent "I keep telling you people, bike shorts, always."
Juggernaut replied "Its church for god's sake! Perverts every freaking where."
The conversation of it being public and the churches not having control of the video once it was in the public domain got started immediately. The preacher and priest did get listened to, by the lookouts and MI folks at least, and the sermons scrolled across the bottom of the girls HUDS.
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Sunday dinner got a little out of control with the Cuban, Cuban Haitian, Haitian, Dominican, Japanese, Jamaican and Puerto Rican dishes being served one after the other, with Conch fritters from the Virgin Islands thrown in. It was a good thing Taylor had been running her stores light to make sure all her people got fed as she could simply not turn anything down without hurting people's feelings. Plus, it was all delicious! She seriously made the Abuela's day, maybe year, wolfing down, as politely as possible, everything that came in her range. With Amy helping her and grinning at the growls she was getting for filching forkfuls.
The other girls were wondering if they needed blood sugar checks. These two were going to give the world diabetes, if the Abuela didn't. Oh, that Jamaican chicken was out of control good! So were these Cuban foods, old cloths? Strange name but so good!
Lisa looked at the Chinese girls eating themselves into a stupor and plotting for next Sunday and giggled. Dinah huffed "Ninety Eight percent theirs is just as good. We are all going to be so fat!"
Kim snorted "You're eating for a hundred and five, don't worry about it."
Crystal tossed in "Wait until the American Moms get started competing." She waved a fork full of roti at Michelle and the female senators and congressmen. They were obviously plotting too. "The crops have come in and the farms are suppling proteins at a huge rate. We may have to turn all this down really; we are going to run out of storage."
"I'll talk to the tinkers." Tess supplied. "Frozen and dried we got, but I'm wondering if there isn't a way to hold it all fresh.
"You're right about letting up on the accelerated production though."
Connie sighed "That might be a problem. We kind of optimized the growing cycles of everything. Well, not the animals, but everything plant based. Maybe in a few generations it will settle back a bit, but for now we are going to be drowning in fruits, nuts, vegetables, and cereal grains. Good thing for the stores really. Well for us. Conagra isn't going to think so, neither are the Walton's. Wakefern loves us though? That might be the QuikCkecks though. All modular, all to the same plan. We finish about ten a day. They got the gasoline concession from us."
Taylor paused, chewed, swallowed and asked "Uh, I thought we were selling the gas?"
Connie sighed "It's a thing, outside America yes, but inside the US gas customers want a convenience store. In New Jersey it's illegal to pump your own gas even. We really don't have employees to waste pumping gas for lazy people.
Good thing is that gives us kind of satellite points to deliver Ships Store stuff to and they sell that on as well, nearly no markup. They are in a volume business. They have the HR. business model, facility, and marketing, so it was easier to let them get on with it. Still cheaper at the Ships Stores but only a couple percent."
Tess nodded "Canada too. Now Mexico. CircleK, Wawa, Seven Eleven, Raceway, they all are buying from the Ships Stores by the ton and tanker. The Yard had to start a truck line. We are already making rolling stock for the railroad.
"They've been trying to get us to discuss producing store branded items for them."
Lisa laughed "That would be a mistake. People love those KNSN and KDODAC gobbledygook noun nomenclature stencils and labels. Those are our brand now. Our brand sells, better than the same exact thing house branded will, but it would cost them the same from us. We are already at the lowest margin we can be." She grinned "Probably only make a couple billion after taxes and expenses."
"Those shops make a convenient place for recycle containers too and the kids collecting get a card and account. And we get literal tons of recycle a minute.
"Caught some thieves too. I mean a AC condenser? Really? miles of wiring? Had to make a process for that, lost the first couple. Now the machines save it as evidence and calls the cop while taking video.
"Then there was the jerk who tried to drag one away with his pussy ass hopped up truck like it was a ATM. Everyone got a good laugh at him and the customers gave him first aid until the cops and ambulance got there. That truck was totaled.
Taylor scowled and Amy sighed. "I'm certain we can find something worthwhile for you to spend all your money on Taylor."
Taylor snorted "Bet you can't, everything makes a profit. The damn prison layer cake makes a profit even, and they have to pay the Abuela to watch them. Although Jaqueline is going to take over that thing. She won't leave. She says she will just have to kill the next one and doesn't want to. She is pretty, boys should learn to leave people alone even when they are drinking though."
Cuban Maria nodded "Preach Dona." Ti Memenne cackled. Faustus nodded. Yula looked at Taylor and made a sympathetic face.
The very active Sunday dinner continued with the Abuela taking note of what the girls liked. Those hush puppies from the Puerto Rican and Cuban Abuela were just cheating. The Jamaican women were disappointed the girls didn't make all of theirs disappear in seconds. One of them finally nodded "To sweet, they didn't eat them with the jerk spices, which is where they and the meat shine, they were meant to go together after all."
One of the Hispaniola Abuela nodded "Be glad you weren't so poor as to only have lard, corn, a bit of flour, and wild onions." They all nodded.
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Taylor lay out on the water letting the waves undulate her body. "I'm stuffed." The other ship girls nodded.
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Agnes Court drummed her fingers and watched the video. Brockton Bay was never not under video surveillance, and she didn't even have to pay for it. All the little horny boys were working their fingers to the bone getting pictures of her, and then visits from the FBI or US Marshals certainly. That didn't stop the little wankers though. There was always another to step into the breach. It was bizarre, there was nothing even slightly immodest about the girl's bikini. Ah well, celebrities, the less they were nude the more the horny little boys wanted them nude. Usually not to the point of never living within a thousand meters of a school but whatever.
The girl was a problem. Apparently without even intending to be one. Her organization had money running out of their ears from selling gasoline. They then bought up real property with that money outside the cities and farmed it. How the hell were they doing it? They must be running their own title company at this point; they could apparently find the owners of any piece of real property. Shortly after they found them the agents came around with a suitcase full of cash.
Properties in dispute? No problem, buy all the disputed pieces and let the former owners figure out the splits. Buildings razed to the ground. More, the foundations dug up and recycled. If they didnt meet some fairly high standards. Recycled apparently. Then the tractors showed up, mostly reconditioned as well but worked, you could tell. At least some people in the organization could. There was no way a Ford six thousand of somewhere in the sixties should be able to pull that much plow like that one in the video did. And no smoke? None?
If it was a working rather than an abandoned farm or ranch the same workers on it got help. Spanish and French speaking help. Plus tractors and equipment while theirs went away on trucks, to trains, to a Ships Store. Then hey presto, appeared either back there or somewhere else.
And now the moron governor just giving, or rather letting the federal government give her, Mare Island. Sixty-seven hundred acres of prime real estate. Which finished off the plan for Vallejo. Gone. And now that plan would never live up to its promise.
The Presidio and Forts Baker, Barry, and Ord, were probably next on the governors list to get back into 'productive', read income tax providing, use. Albeit, the idiot doper wasn't wrong. He could have consulted her first though. Hmm, how to make use of this?
Bastard Son was seeking his fortune in the East, and being neatly stalemated by the flying rainbow artillery and his boys and girls. When the idiot figured out he wasn't going anywhere there he would probably, on his own, go run into five thirty thousand plus ton buzzsaws with great figures and legs all the way to their boobs. He could never leave the young ones alone.
That would probably make the fucking Dragon come kill him. Heh, one of the dragons, if the little sweeties didn't. So, who to take over that steaming pile of crap and make it useful to the organization as a whole?
Wait a minute, how the hell were these girls getting away with this shit in the face of NEPEA 5? Those cruise missiles wouldn't impress some liberal judge. Terrify them more like. AR 15 variants scared the piss out of them, if it was black it scared the piss out of them really. Unless they could by its votes of course, oh wait, politicians, judges were liberal activist for life, law? Smaw. Agnes sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, one problem at a time.
She got distracted by the video of Alexandria talking to Lung. Another one, well, one got cured or cured herself. Panacea looks a little confused. She chuckled to herself. And the other one catches the blushes. Or would if she could. Wow what a fucked up power.
Christ girl knock him down and ride him back to Brockton, get what you obviously want, slap the cuffs on the idiot and move on. How are you making something so simple so fucking complicated? You're supposed to be a thinker remember? Oh. OK, I see, that's the problem, you thought about it too long.
Or not. Wow, you kind of have to have an S class huh? You poor bitch. Well, Hatchet Face, oh. Never mind. Bless your heart, you'll never get laid. Eidolon maybe? Erp, yeah no. You got hands girl, make like Ward Cleaver.
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Sophia watched the videos and then nearly pulled something sitting up when Arc Flash just opened her door and came in "Grab your shit Spook, we're headed to NYC, somebody has decided its time for the city that never sleeps to have and electrifying experience." Arc Flash looked at the laptop "Oh hey, didn't mean to interrupt, we got a few minutes, you can finish rubbing one out over the girl you can never have without becoming a frog." She grinned.
Sophia growled and charged her. Arc Flash laughed and smacked her down "Better, not there yet though dark kitty. Come on, hurry up."
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Madison sighed and held her phone where Zach could see it better "Sure, put her on your list, I'll never have to worry about you actually getting a gay one interested."
Zach laughed "Only if you put Sally Jesse on yours."
Madison wrinkled her nose "No, I could actually pull that off."
Zach blinked then laughed, then went silent. He had seen the smack down Madison had put on Sally Jesse. Both ways, girl fight and straight up ass whipping, off school property "So that works for girls too? A punch up and best buds?"
Madison made retching noises "Do guy best buds get all sexual? I don't think so. That chick is seriously confused. And needs to leave me the fuck alone before I decide to make her into something no one will recognize."
Zach snickered "Maddi and Sally sitting in a tree."
"What are you five? I know Clarendon is out in the country but come on man! Teens grow up quick in the City"
"Country, yeah right."
Madison nodded "There are giant cows on the other side of the fence."
Zach rolled his eyes; he had been hearing this from the inner-city schools his whole life. "Old man Cuthbertson's dairy farm, last in the area. He is going to make a fortune selling it to some developer."
"Your folks have a giant barn and horses, which are cool, but still, horses. And how many miles of bridal paths out here?"
"Boarding stable and riding school Mads. The state park is right there. Oh, reminded me, Yasmine wants you on the team. Bad. She isn't going to let it go."
Madison sighed "No just her Percheron stud, she could give a shit less about the team, she wants to see if he can jump ten feet. I have never even ridden a horse!"
"Eight feet maybe." Zach smiled at her.
"Jimmy is ten feet tall at the shoulder!"
Zach was laughing hard by now. "Twenty-two hands. So, like seven feet and a bit."
"His poop piles are taller than me." Madison sighed. He was going to badger her until she gave in and became his sisters jockey. They should put a helmet on Jimmy's jimmy. It was bigger than she was. He was a sweet heart though. Always careful of her when they were around him. No idea how he saw her down around his knees like that. Hoof bigger than her waist.
She should probably get Zach alone somewhere before she started this idiot shit. Who wanted to die a virgin? Plus, it would make Sally Jesse's fucking head explode, and she was sixteen now, and on the pill. Hmm, leverage. God, she was going to die. One fall from the second story saddle and splat, road kill. She narrowed her eyes at Zach, he better be worth it.
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The psychologist pinched the bridge of her nose. What the fuck was going on with this girl now? Why did she have her blanket around her neck like it was a cape? And who the fuck was the Crimson Lady! She chuckled. The girl posed and said it like there should be a crash of thunder. One guess who Doctor Curly Hair was. Totally reverted. Whelp, maybe this would work. It would take a few years but she was committed by the court and her daddy had deep pockets. They had plenty of time to grow her up again. Maybe the girl could get better grades this time.
Oh, she could go to school remotely like those kids of Yamada's did! That would socialize her in a controllable way too!
