No one under the age of fourteen has any sex in this story.

THE SURVIVOR SAILOR OF CASTAWAY ISLAND:

The following account is an edited and commented on account found somehow by a newsman after he cruised through the ‘Devil’s Triangle.’ No assertion is made of its veracity, after all it just might be a feverish account of a lonesome and creative sailor. The reader can make up their own mind as to that. But, in any case it is an imaginative account so is getting its airing for any reader that takes the time to consider it.

My name is Francis Alvarez and I was born in Cuba to a family that had some English speaking relatives in the U.S. I lived with them for much of my formative years and so learned to write and think in that language first. But, I am also very capable in the Spanish language, too. I finished my experience with schooling in the ninth grade, well able to do general math and reading. But, I took to a very wild mode of life during my late teen years and out of frustrations with my course of life and fear of where it might lead, my folks enlisted me in the merchant marine service on a small freighter that plied the waters around and through the Bermuda Triangle.

It was in nineteen-fifty that I came to be a deck hand on a light freighter that delivered goods to the Bahamas and regularly crossed the Devil’s Triangle area of the Atlantic Ocean. It can be a treacherous body of water under normal conditions, but our captain and crew were very experienced and so we successfully traversed that area many times with only minor issues arising.

When I was signed on I was assigned to general cleanup duty, maintenance and the loading crew. Since I was a sturdy build young man and a willing worker, I advanced in responsibilities and rank regularly over the years. But the time I was twenty-five, I was the chief maintenance mate and chief of the loading crew. Since we were a small ship with a limited number of crewmen, many had to cover more than one job on the ship.

On shipboard, I had just a few friends, but no evident enemies. The guys considered me a pleasant fellow to work with. But, on shore when we were in port, many young women found me to be a considerable male to deal with, and many of them avidly dealt with me over the years. I never married, though. Because I was just not in port that much.

On one particular cruise from Florida to the Bahama’s in nineteen fifty-six, things changed forever for me. I was asleep in my bunk, when a fellow crewman came and woke me up with a warning that a monster wave was headed right to us and would hit us in about twenty minutes. Because of its size and evident power, all hope for the survival of the ship was gone. But, we hoped to save some of the crew. I hid inside of a closed and locked door on the side that the wave was coming from, because I felt that my best chance of survival was there. After the wave would hit, the ship would list to the other side and the guys there would be trapped by invading water, while on my side when the initial save force hit, the water would be draining away, which would move me away from the sinking ship. At least that is what I hoped for.

Sure enough, the ship listed and quickly sank, and when I launched myself out in the water draining away from my side of the ship, I was thrown on to a pile of attached pallets and with them heading away from the ship. I could see over my shoulder as the crushed ship struggled and then surrendered to the waves. I could hear a few plaintive cries over the waters but was not in position to do anything for them at that time.

But, the worst was to come, since some of the crewmen had listened to me about the side of the ship to be on, and they too were washed out to sea and away from the ship. However, they were not lucky enough to have a floating refuge and so were falling victims to the sharks in the area. I heard long into the night the frightened calling outs of those poor survivors of the wave, but now victims of these devilish denizens of the deep. By, morning with me now all but passed out, the cries had ceased. I had survived, evidently not only because I was on the pallet boards, but because I had no injures that produced blood to attract the sharks.

After a harrowing day and night a sea, now unconscious, I floated up to an island that I had never heard of. I was not a navigator, but was familiar with these waters, and I would guess that it is not on any chart of that area. Anyway, any island that a person is swept onto when in need of dry land is totally real enough for the moment.

I was in a very bad way as I was swept up onto the beach, and in my delirium I felt myself lifted off of the pallet boards by little hands. The thought went through my mind that I had escaped rampaging sharks to become the dinner of island cannibals, but I awoke a couple of days later to be uneaten. I found a considerable amount of relief in that fact.

When my eyes could focus I found myself to be in a palm thatched hut. It was both simple and very creative in its makeup. And a couple of rather small female faces were peering down at me. They then gave me a bit of fresh water to drink and a small meal of pre-chewed dates and coconut meat. I was too weak to protest and so just cooperated with their efforts to care for me. And when I went to sleep again after eating, one of them cuddled up to behind me and another in front as I was swept off to dreamland.

When I next awoke, I became very conscious of the females laying with me. In the dim light, they appeared to be of about the ages twelve to fourteen in size. And this was distressing to me, since in my family, the men are very lusty, but strongly indoctrinated in only seeking females of the ages of eighteen and older. This could have put us at a distinctive disadvantage to our other contemporaries, but there is no record of any male in our family ever failing to find a willing and suitable mate because of that conviction among us.

Evidently at this time, the two females in attendance on me felt that I needed to get out of the hut for some daylight and light exercise and so they together helped me to rise and supported me as I took my first land based steps in weeks. When my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I found the two females to be small, but older than I first thought. Matter of fact, they could have been ancient because of their extraordinary mental acuity and knowledge, that I progressively learned about. But, their bodies were outrageously well preserved if that was a fact.

They were very smiley to me and as I gazed about at them, I noticed that they were quite small, averaging about four and a half feet and proportionately figured for that height. I guess they might be considered midgets because of their sizes. But, they were fully formed females with light brown skin and a slight purplish tone to their skins. Their body forms tended to be slim with well- developed but flat breasts with exaggerated nipples. You see they wore no upper garments and their lower ones were of very slight effect in covering them.

Though they strongly resembled each other; each one’s garments, as slight as they were; were distinctive. A method of identity differentiation, I guessed. I soon was able to tell them apart because of that. And everyone that I first met was female, no males at all.

I guessed their manner of feeding me was having very quick results because after a walking about for some minutes, I found my land legs and was then just led lightly by the hand to see what they wanted me to see. It all appeared to me to be a high tech society with low tech modes. Very creative, I thought. And as I looked around I saw palms and other plants and trees that would not be normally found in this part of the world. This spoke to a means of transportation that I never did discover of them. But, on this small island of about fifty square miles there was ample food and shelter for all. And the most that I could identify on this island was fifty women, plus two who were non-capable hermaphrodites. They proved to be capable of intercourse, just not capable of impregnating any of the females. That introduced a lot of questioning thoughts to my mind.

I quickly found that I couldn’t initially vocally communicate with them. Their language was foreign and very strange to my ears. I eventually got a basic usage in it, but right from the start they seemed to be tuned in to hand signals, and we were able to use them to good effect until I caught up on a basic usage of their mode of speech.

That night after a meal of fresh veggies and fruits, I went back to my assigned hut to find two naked females awaiting me. Not wanting to make a scene and since they were obviously past the age of eighteen, I took my place on my assigned sleeping mat and awaited either some intimate actions with them or sleep. Either of which would have been very welcome at that time.

But, the girls evidently wanted to play for a bit first. So, they moved up to me on my mat and let me examine them as they examined me. They right away gave special notice to my male member. I was curious about them, too. And found them to be typical females except for a couple of factors. Their breasts were wide and spread out on their chests, like coffee can lids, but with very pronounced nipples, as much as three times the size that would be called for normally on breasts of this size.

They had light brown skin, with the purplish pallor not noticeable in the dim light. They had no hair at all below their neck and were slim with a swimmer’s kind of build. Their nether regions were of a somewhat different nature than I had ever seen before. Their clit had a hole in it, but no urine passed out through it, only a type of woman’s cum. It was about three inches long and about as round as a fat pencil. It did get erective in lusty moments, as I found out. And it could be used in anal play, too. The position of the vaginal entry and the urinary exit were reversed and the two sets of lips at the vaginal entry were interactive. The anus was several inches higher in the back in relation to their size, and much easier to enter as I was to find out later. They had pretty bellies varying from very flat to nicely rounded, but no belly buttons.

That night I had intercourse with each of the two with me. It was very pleasant for me, and obviously for them, too. And instead of me getting fatigued, somehow their hormones continued to enliven me and I came into each of them several times during the night. I think that the very active pussy lips had a lot to do with that, too. They were very engaging as we fucked. And they let me alternately park up their backsides as we slept through the night.

One of the special things was that they got very excited when I went down on them. And their clits rose to a very high position, sticking straight out from their body. The clits also gave off a type of woman’s cum when we came together and when I sampled it to their delights, it tasted like nothing that I had never encountered in any way in my life. Also, it lit up my lust to an extreme degree and rose my cock up to its highest level ever. They liked anal play and shared in it some with me both receiving and giving, but the purpose of this night was obviously to impregnate them and that was what we specialized in.

They were especially responsive and grateful each time that I emptied up into them and when we finally went to sleep, they jointly gathered me up into their arms to spend the night, with occasional ports of call up their anuses. When I awoke up in the morning I felt totally invigorated and enjoyed two especially smiling faces at breakfast.

After that day it occurred to me that I was not sleeping with the same females on each night, in fact only once with each one. I already had my favorites and so was going to try to arrange for me to be with my favorites on most nights. And it occurred to me as I closely examined a variety of them, that they seemed to be divided into groups of about twenty-five years apart in ages. I deduced this from physical attributes of them and some comments that I was picking up between them. They were being careless of what they said among themselves in my presence, and I seemed to be picking up their language quicker than they realized.

So, it occurred to me, that evidently men had showed up on this island at about twenty-five year apart intervals, and then evidently impregnated the available females and then shortly after that disappeared. I wondered how they were able to time that, and what happened to the men after they had done their duties.

I felt that I needed to know a lot more about the island and so inquired if I could look about. They seemed to have no problem with that, and so we wrapped up a lunch and two of them accompanied me on my island trek. Probably them hoping to get an impregnation on the way. But, I was going to ration that out for a while until I came to an understanding of things here in a better way. They quickly picked up on that and soon arranged a conversation about it.

But, during for this trip about the island, the other issues were still percolating and evidently the governing forces were still in discussions at that time about how to handle me.

When we climbed the mountains on the north side of the island, I found them to have very high cliffs facing the ocean. This probably explained how they had survived the monster waves in the area over time. The cliffs acted as a barrier to them as they came only from one direction in their area. And as I found out later, they had dug trenches across the island to divert any overflow of the seawater back to the ocean and away from their fresh water supplies. Very clever.

And on the mountains, I found deposits of obsidian suitable for carving and making of utensils with. I was forming other uses for them, too. As I already had in mind trying to escape before finishing my rounds of impregnation. Also, I noticed a kind of fir trees up above the tropical tree line. I envisioned a use for some of them, too. Before leaving the upper slopes, I packed a few pieces of the mineral and then we moved down to share in our lunch before returning to the village. As we ate our lunch, the two girls with me tried to induce me to take them, but I resisted humorously and they took it well, despite some resentment.

When we got back to the village and emptied our mineral supplies onto the hut flooring, I was notified that I was to meet before the governing council of the island. I walked confidently to it, having some idea of what was to be discussed and how I would handle it. But, I would be careful about revealing how much I was deducing about them in my comments to them. They were my clues to a hopeful delivery from here, I hoped. And as soon as possible, I guessed.

When I was gathered up to the council, I found that it was made up of eight of the females, four of which were already showing pregnancy of my making in them.

They were of a serious mood, but not unfriendly at this point.

One of the middle seated members arose and addressed me:

“Mr. Alvarez, we have called your before this tribunal to answer some questions about your deportment while being a visitor to this island.

1. Do you remember how you came to be on our island?

Answer: I remember my ship sinking from a rogue wave and my floating on a series of connected pallet boards through shark infested waters and then being found on the beach by some saving hands. That is all.

2. How would you characterize you deportment while being a visitor here?

Answer: I believe that I have been kind, gentle and very respectful to you and your village.

3. Then why are you refusing to honor our request for you to service our women and give them each a pregnancy?

Answer: I have serviced a number of them, but now see an issue involving it. And in addition, in what advanced society is an emergency uninvited guest responsible to serve its saving hosts in any way but in being an honorable guest?

4. We are the questioners, here! Now why are you refusing to service our women after doing so for a number of days?

Answer: I had this duty put upon me when I first woke up from my injuries and was in a very vulnerable state. I had no idea of where I was or whom I was among. The ladies have been very kind to me, but in my society, reproduction is a joint decision between the two parties and not a responsibility laid upon a person by the other party or the official governing body.

5. It is true that there are differing levels of responsibility among varying cultures. Do you object to this duty to us?

Answer: As a duty, yes. As a gift, no. But, I would like some freedom to decide when I render this gift to each of the women and not have it laid upon me as a matter of course. Also, I would like to alternate new pregnancy candidates with other women that I have already given this to with a frequency of two new ones and five previous ones, each week. One per night.

6. You mean that you would like to repeat the impregnating activity with our women who are already pregnant, some of them showing the distinctive expansive stomach?

Answer: Yes, that is true. In our society, sexual intimacies are not just to produce the next generation. They cause a connection of a type between the two parties, even if no pregnancy arises. It can be very strongly felt and can be felt to be violated if it is not allowed to run its course, which in some cases is for a lifetime.

7. Interesting, we do not tend to feel that way about it, though we do very much enjoy the process, like you do. We as a board will consider this request of yours and let you know what we decide. For the present we will allow the pregnant ones to visit you two by two to appease your emotional needs nightly. Any other request?

Answer: Yes, I would like the right to build an abode of my own. It will keep me busy and give me a feeling of equality with the ladies that visit me. I would like to build it up on the mountain side above the tropical climate line. That will allow me to sleep much better at night. And if I am high enough, I can also have an alarm to notify you people of any danger coming from the ocean in any direction that I can see.

8. Alright, we will consider all of this and get back to you as soon as possible. You are now free to return to your current hut and go about things as you wish until told elsewise.

With that they all arose and bowed to me and then turned their back to go and consider all of this, I supposed.

That night the first two ladies that I had impregnated came to be with me and they were showing to a remarkable degree for the time of their gestations. They were very impressed when I greeted them at the entrance of my occupied hut and put each one under my arms as I guided them to my sleeping mats.

When we got there, they sheepishly doffed their garments to be in their gloriously pregnant state naked before me and when I motioned for them to gather with me on the mat, they did so very enthusiastically. And when I began to caress their bodies, especially their swollen tummies they were beside themselves in joy over it.

We played gently with them sucking me up and me sucking on their flagrantly enflamed pussies. When I entered them in sequence and delivered another gift to them, they simply melted into my arms and avidly kissed me as I laid with them alternately anally in the spoon position for the whole night. In the morning they rose up and still naked, they took me into the combined arms and kissed me very tenderly before they left. To report to the Board, I guessed.

I got the word later that day when one of the prospective mothers came to be with me that night. She passed on that my two main requests were being granted and the next day a couple of the seniors of the village would go with me and find a suitable place for me to build. Also, that each day two of the village girls would join me at the site and bring meals to cover the next twenty-four hours. They would be free to spend the night if I wanted and they would be rotated as you have requested. On the impregnating nights, only one will visit. Does this fit you needs and desires?

“Very much, so!” And so I gathered up the young lady, we shared a dinner together and then a delightful night of intimacies followed. She told me that she wanted to be a regular and I smiled and granted her to be such. But, I noted that the first couple that had been with me, were going to see me each week. She promised to pass that on and include herself in the other rotation of already pregnant gals to see me. And she informed me that not one of the pregnant gals had opted out of the privilege of seeing me again repeatedly in order. I smiled broadly at that.

In the morning with me patting a pretty behind on the way out the hut’s opening, there followed in two of the senior members of the village, including the member who had addressed me at the Board Meeting. Didn’t want me to vary from the agreements, I guessed. But, they had their happy faces on and after all each of them was already pregnant, so they were eligible to receive some of my further gifts while on our search and find mission today. Having already partaken of a lovely breakfast with my now departed lover that had be accentuated with a very pleasant side order of female pussy cum we left. Wonderful!

I then gathered myself up with my heavier soled shoes and leggings and we left for the search in very good spirits. I was happy to see the Board members taking our negotiations so well. That eased my mind a bit, but not enough to give up on my contingency plans.

They, well knowing their island led me directly to a great candidate of a place. It was protected from the direct force of the continual winds at this altitude and shaded in the late afternoon to help cool it off for the night. It had plenty of level ground for my purposes, and the soil was of a nature that I would be able to excavate a proper base for my building. There was a small cave behind it that would serve well if an overtopping rogue wave should hit and a path to the top of the hill, for me to scan the horizons in case of a need for that.

After I had poked and prodded the area, we settled down to a very pleasant lunch. It occurred to me that I had not seen them eat any meat since my arrival. That puzzled me, but since I am not a trained nutritionist, they may be getting the needed protein in sources that I was not familiar with. Interestingly, just below my site for the building, there was a level area that would well serve as a temperate climate gardening site for my use. They noticed that I noticed this. They were going all out to please me in this location, and definitely had.

To show my deep appreciation for their efforts in my behalf, I gathered them up into my arms and we joined together on the mat that one of them had thoughtfully brought. Soon their few garments were off and their swollen bellies were in view. And instead of me shrinking back from them, I instead featured them in my loving attentions to their bodies, which very much pleased their minds and hearts. When I got to the point of draining myself up into them after licking up their cums and emptying their swollen clits, they were shouting and screaming at my delivery of the irrelevant semen and sperm up into their swollen bellies. Afterwards, they had a very hard time ceasing in kissing and caressing me, I didn’t mind at all. And then we hand in hand descended from my perspective perch and made our way back to the village.

That night while I ran my plans around in my mind, just one of the pregnant ladies joined me, and we spent our time in a very extended 69ing, with her getting several climaxes and me one giant one.

The next morning as a very naked behind was going out the door, the main board member returned. I now learned that her name was Sheena, a suspiciously familiar one, but it was nice to finally put a handle on one of them. She had in her hands a set of carpentry and building tools. Fresh off the rack they seemed, how they came upon them was left unexplained. But, I also knew that I would be making some of my tools from the obsidian, in a demonstration of my independence, I reasoned. She informed me that the girls would gather with me in groups of six for the first few days of the heavy lifting and transporting of materials, at this point being mainly sections of a rather large fir tree to my building site.

After cutting down the lone tree needed, and the salting down of the very short stump, they were surprised and happy to see me rescue a seedling from the near area and plant it five feet from the stump to replace the tree. They looked long and hard at me after that respectful chore.

Then it took all seven of us to move the tree sections to the building site and begin the long saw cutting of them down to size. It took several days and a lot of blisters spread around all of the girls on the island to get this completed. It was going to be a plank sided post and beam construction with a triple thatched roof. Somewhat like the ones back home. And again they were impressed by this low tech answer to high tech needs. And we managed to work around very sore hands each night to work out on interested nether regions.

Because of the help and the rather simple means of construction, using stacked sides and pins and holes securing, it was completed in rather short order. It would take a while for the lumber to totally cure, but because it was up the hill side there was less stress on it due to the more favorable climate up there.

On the home inauguration night, all of the women showed up and were all naked together. After a sumptuous feast, we all played together all night and collapsed in exhaustion in the morning with us all stacked up together filing the whole floor space of the cabin. My dick was travelling them even at this time in the morning at their directions, and I just let it be for their fun. In my thinking of the night I estimated that I had planted two bellies that night making for a total of twenty-eight out of the apparent population of fifty. That left eleven weeks to do it, with few misfires on my part it would take about three months for me accomplish it, giving me about that time to make my escape if it became necessary. And it would unless I could solve the mystery of the missing fathers.

With the remaining log sections, I put the girls to work, sawing up a lot more planks, asserted to be for raised beds, but several actually for a raft for my escape. I had holes drilled around the edges for them to be attached together and when they asked for the reason for this, I told them my first lie, it was for decoration I asserted. And they kept their questions over this to themselves. And when they discovered several of them disappeared from the proposed garden area, I asserted that they were getting special seasoning in the back of the cave and out of respect for me, they didn’t check this out. If they had they would have also seen the lianas that I was seasoning for the upcoming raft.

After the next eleven weeks, I had become well established in my island home and had officially fulfilled my reproductive mandate. All of the females on the island were now pregnant by me, and my evenings with them were now riotous fun. They were now accommodated to my attentions to them with swollen bellies which seemed to them accelerated my interests instead of dimming them down as they expected.

I was becoming increasingly nervous as to my eventuality with this in mind. So, when a minor rogue wave made itself known by the withdrawing of the waters on the other side of the cliff, which I heard, I reasoned it to be of a minor nature because of the low volume of sound coming over the hill and then sneaked out of my cabin in the night with two sleepy gals assured that I was just checking on something (third lie) and I moved to the beach to construct the raft from the supplies hidden there. Because of the nature of liana, they were stored in the back of the cave still and so I gathered enough of them for the binding and ran down the hill all the way to the beach.

I pushed the planks out into the water in sequence and tied them together and with that done, I gathered up my mast and set out into the surrounding waters. Just as I passed the edge of the island, the second and lesser instalment of the rogue washed by and swept me far out to sea. As I looked back at my recent sanctuary, there were several evidently puzzled young women looking out at me and waving for me to come back. I gave them very friendly waves back, but continued on my course to hoped-for freedom and a reduced risk to my immediate life.

I drifted in the currents for a couple of days with my reflective obsidian covered flag at full mast blinking in all directions, and it finally caught the attentions of a freighter and it sent out a longboat to retrieve me. When they got my sunburnt carcass on to the ship, they immediately moved me to sick bay and busied themselves in basting my cooked carcass with a number of emollients. As they asked my identity I was drowsy and being worked on, so I used my two hands on my chest to signal them my sailor’s I.D. number and on the second run through they got it. Then the medic put me under to miss out on a lot of pain.

When I came to I was in a rest and recovery home in the Bahamas and facing a couple of grim faced company men who were about to pounce on me to discover what had happened to their ship. So, I told them about the rogue wave, the sinking ship, the dying men and my unexpected rescue and escape from an unknown island. I left out a lot of the personal details of my visit there. They looked a bit unsure of my story, but it passed a maritime review board and I got all of my past due and estimated sick leave, vacation pay and prorated sea pay for my missing months from the company with no complaint, as they recovered all of their loss through insurance and also took care of the families of the lost men. They got a lot of kudos for that in the media, but after all it wasn’t really their money anyway.

After a few weeks I was on my feet again and I decided to pass away some time on the beach to collect my thoughts as to what I would do from then on. I had a very nice nest egg, that I wasn’t going to draw upon, maybe I would move to Florida and invest in a couple of McDonald’s outlets and live the ‘Life of Riley,’ I supposed.

But on my second day of leisure in port, as I was walking through the market place I saw a familiar face. It was Beliga, one of the girls that I slept with the first night. Yeah, slept with!!! She saw me immediately and waved for me to join her on a bench in a public area right there. So, I feeling secure then, moved over and took her up into a furious hug. She returned it with her own. And we settled down to do some explaining.

She told me that after I had disappeared that they had all gathered together to understand why I had left them. One of my favorite girls, actually her, had mentioned that I had learned of the disappearances of the previous men to visit the island and then Sheena, the leader did a face palm and said, “Of course! With no explanation of those men’s disappearances, he was in fear for his life! Oh my God, we should have told him enough to put that fear away.”

Then she told me that I was being invited to come back and reside with them as long as I wanted. I told her that I would seriously consider that, but in the meantime, I invited her to move to Florida with me for a couple of years and then I would decide what I would be willing to do after that. She readily did that, and her baby was thus born as a U.S. citizen which could be useful to both of us in the future. And by some means, unknown to me, she was accounted as a citizen of the Bahamas with a passport to prove it, for our leaving to the U.S.

We lived there for the two years, during which I wrote this account and had it stored for future consideration of the press after a determined time interval. If, I survive this as I am confident that I am that I will, I will sometime send out a message to the press that I am still alive and well.

NOTE: In 2006, a letter was received by the editor of the Miami Herald with the following message.

“I, Francis Alvarez am still alive and well on my secret island. This is a picture of my two now adult children and their mother, my wife Beliga. I am very happy here and very well as you can see. Evidently living among these people stalls out the aging process, because I appear now pretty much as I did when I first arrived, except for some remarkable sun burn scars from my escape attempt.

Included are some pictures with current calendars to back up my assertions.

And I did find out what happened to the earlier male visitors to the island. They just couldn’t settle down to a matriarchy society, so they were targeted mind washed and transferred to shore in good shape, none the aware of what had happened to them.

Since, I am only the third of three men on the island, the other two being my sons born here of women other than my wife (the first in their memories) they have added me as a respected advisor to the Board of Ladies, all that I would want anyway with my teaching of the children my languages and gardening methods to keep me very busy.

You will never find me, and that is what I want because of their covering alien technology. But, in every way, we live a rather simple and happy life here. By the way my progeny now number over a hundred, with the population staying at fifty five counting me and my two sons and the two hermaphrodites.

I have never heard of an account of any of the women here dying. And most of the ones that I know well have stayed in my vicinity and often in my bed. But, others seem to cycle in and out of my personal space to somewhere else.

Their transportation system has provided me often with needed supplies for my gardening, including fruit trees that will prosper in my little private climate.

When I came back to the island, by their method, with me unconscious, I found my cabin remarkably improved with a much better roof of an unknown material and with two diffuse lighted windows. And they had kept up my gardens for me, too.

With their nonviolent natures, that gives a person something to ponder, doesn’t it?

If I can, I will send out a message every fifty years as long as I can.

Live long and prosper! (We love Spock here.)

Your Servant:

Francis Alvarez

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