Read Pickers 1: The Find for Free Online

from. And I can think of few other places better suited to use what we will find, or reward us properly for our efforts."
    "If the town is still there." Veronique said, quietly. Everyone turned to look at her. "We have been away for a decade. A lot can happen in that time. How many of the villages and outposts that we have traded with have disappeared the next time we've been through them. Diseases happen, raiders attack. All sorts of things...."
    "It is still there, and your Uncle Julien is mairie now. At least, that is how it was before last winter. I have been asking other traders and pickers over the years. Some of them have even been there, others dealt with those who had visited."
    "You never told us this." Maxine said, the hint of anger in her tone.
    "All the other information I got from them was useful. It went onto the map. But this was just.... Something I wanted to know, for myself. I didn't want you to know your old Papa was so sentimental."
    Maxine wouldn't look her father in the eye. Her gaze had dropped to the larger map, and he could tell she was already moving past the anger. Indeed, it was only a moment before she was tracing possible routes through the two countries that stood between them and a homecoming. "We have to avoid Madrid, what is left of it. We shall probably be best to go to the South, but then we will have the bulk of the Pyrrenees before us. At least it is Summer and there won't be snow...."
    Remy looked to Veronique and Tony. His eldest daughter had found the location of the seed vault, and had the longest of any of them to think about the consequences of going to it. She and Tony were having a silent discussion, all eye messages and body contact. Tony nodded. "I have always wanted to meet my extended family." he said.

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    Tony had rested the axes against the downed tree trunk and stripped off. He was, he had declared, going to enjoy the pool before they unblocked it and let the water flow down the culvert. Veronique sat on the tree and watched her husband, enjoying the movement of his tight muscles as he waded out into the water.
    She had never been interested in men until five years ago. She had just turned eighteen when they had met Tony whilst trading at the same outpost. She had been instantly fascinated by the blue eyed, blonde man her father was doing deals with. Of course, she had been incapable of starting a conversation with him herself, every time she thought she had an opening gambit it had died in her throat. Remy had seen it, and suggested that Tony teamed up with them. He was a sole trader with a broken down biodiesel powered tractor and trailer, whilst they were a family unit in a larger wagon and with plans to salvage a second. Along the way, they had shed the compatriots they had left the Valley with, and needed extra hands and new blood.
    Their relationship had bloomed from there. It had practically exploded. Forced by circumstance to talk with Tony, Veronique had found it incredibly easy. Within days, they were in bed. At the next village they had visited, it had been made official. They held a small ceremony, and she and Tony were man and wife.
    Not a hint of excess fat troubled Tony's body, and his musculature was tight and defined from the hard working life they led. Veronique watched his tight buttocks disappear under the water. She loved to grasp those so tight as they made love, loved the feel of his body against hers. Most of all, she enjoyed his big cock. As he rose from dunking himself and turned to her, she waited to catch a glimpse of his member. She couldn't keep herself from laughing out loud at how it had shrunk in the cold water.
    "What? Oh, right, that. It's cold in here, you know." Tony stood with hands on his hip, reduced manhood just above the level of the water. His torso was pale white, at odds with the tanned brown of his face and forearms. Veronique knew she looked even darker pressed up against his pale skin. "Come in here and join me and he'll