The clinic is mostly done and there are a lot less trees going to the village. Hopefully we can get a road going and make all our lives easier.
I still don’t like the idea of being the only general practitioner around these parts or being so far away from the populace, but males don’t want me looking at their women.
Not that I would want them, I have seen some bad things in my monitors. I don’t think some salve is going to cut half of this shit.
I am told that the greenhouse has spouts coming in. I know nothing about farming but I take this as a good sign that we are getting somewhere.
The greenhouse is so popular that many of the residents what their own glass buildings and the farmers want to expand the whole thing. Good luck, piss-heads.
I think they are on the right track. Food coming in all year round is a good start, but the problem is I need what little glass I have for my own use.
Again word got around about my bath and the women flocked to me, some of them personally wanting me to wash their backs, but I wasn’t in the mood. Before you think that I am turning gay, I should remind you that not many of the Lignos here look as good naked as Ksenia or Neeti.
I am talking hairy old ladies who look way too animal for my tastes.
Hey, it might surprise who is reading this, but I do have standards.
I handed Ksenia the responsibility of baths. If the women wanted a bath they were going to have to start kissing up to my assistants
I did make one discovery. One of the Ligno females saw the book I made for Beenie as well as the few dolls I had Hardy make for her.
We got to talking and there is apparently a lot of good money in paper over here, as well as children’s books. Most of the art around these parts have to deal with wool products. Quilts and tapestries are the pinnacle point of culture here.
I made two children’s books and give them to the mothers. I had them pay me by cleaning out the bath at the end of the day.
If you haven’t noticed, I am a bit of a geek. My computer is full of useless comics that I have collected over the years; I also have an extensive assortment of How to Draw books.
Using the recyclor, I transform a wood chips in a ream of paper and some drawing charcoal. I don’t know how it does this, all I know is that the IT Department has got a surplus of free time and hacked the machine to do a lot of stuff they were not originally programmed for.
As far as I know, Beenie is right and it is magic.
After fighting the printer, I hand the mothers the books and the stationary.
They were sceptical of my motives at first but accepted my gift. Not only did they agree to help clean the bath, but they had also given me some of their wool and I think one mother suggested that she give me a blowjob.
This bartering thing rules.
Then, out of nowhere Neeti burst through the door and gave me a deeply passionate kiss on the mouth right in front of the mothers. I didn’t ask why I just went with it.
Hey, we all have porn fantasies.
If I didn’t have a crippling sense of worthlessness driven into me back in high school I would have suspected that Neeti felt jealous and didn’t want me checking out any other woman.
The rest of the day consists with me learning the Lingo culture, mainly the name of Neeti’s favourite deity.