<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/><b><u>Collette</u></b><br/><br/>I loved this quiet spot, so few people came here and I almost always had it to myself. I wonder why? It was beautiful. The trees and flowers, it was going to be a great painting if I could ever stop looking at it long enough to finish this sketch.<br/><br/>I looked back to my unfinished drawing of the treeline, starting to add more to it.<br/><br/>I was out here to avoid putting in my submission to join the next Harvester class. The school had been sending me notifications sense I started, and now they had finally threatened to cut off my financial aid if I didn't. Still, I was in no hurry to put it in, I still had a few hours to enjoy. Besides, I probably wouldn't start emanating till the end of next year, I was always a year behind with stuff like that.<br/><br/>I shook my head, trying not to think of the harvesters now. I hadn't seen too many, but the ones I did, well, I still have nightmares and I haven't been touched by one. Was their really nothing to be done about them? I guess I would learn when I take the class soon...