Chapter 44: Time Flies

Where does the time go? When you’re busy, there’s never enough time. Not enough time to do all you need to with any left for things you’d hoped only to do. The days just rush by. STOP! Wait! Let me catch up. Time heeds no man. Time is too precious to waste. Really?

Explain if you can, two major industries in relation to time being precious? Entertainment and photography. Movies crossover combining both. Entertainment is idling, wasting time. Agreed? Photography is about stopping it. Any value? When I say value, I’m not referring to how much people willingly spend on it. What intrinsic value is it? Mementos and visually recording and documenting history. Beats recorded history before photography. What we had prior, is yarns written by propagandists on the winner’s side. Photography can be made to tell lies with tricks, but that misses my point. Entertainment relieves stress, is healthy. Both are truly worthwhile, we can agree. Well, if wasting and stopping time are intrinsically good, then perhaps time is not so damn precious after all? But you won’t agree. See the conflict, the conundrum?

Among my ladies are numerous geniuses. When genius people get together to solve problems, that’s a think tank. We have a good one, and my own dear sister Sophia is the leader of the crack quack pack. Within two months of taking up residence, she introduced and organized our greatest income producing industry. I’m talking millions of dollars annually! And this is how it all came about.

Handcrafts have always been a rural pastime. Passing time relaxing and entertaining yourself, and meanwhile producing something of value. Even if merely decoration, it beats twiddling your thumbs.

My ladies started doll making in the evenings, as a group hobby, soon after I started the camp. They were still living in tents at the time. Maybe the hobby was already a group hobby, when they were squatting in tents in central park downtown. Perhaps before that? Doesn’t matter when and where it started. It preexisted Sophia’s arrival. Sophia was impressed by the quality and detail of the dolls. The hobby quickly became an obsession with her, not restricted to evenings. I offered Sophia any job in camp, any position she wanted. She wants to make dolls. She was convinced, the dolls will sell for high prices, if auctioned on the Internet. Her first doll sold for two thousand dollars. She probably earned a dollar a hour. Never mind.

Emma and Tony got married after an extremely short engagement. That was a remarkable memorable wedding as you will see.

Tony is a happy rich young man. He LIKES being Emma’s boy toy. Emma likes doting on him and giving him expensive gifts. Emma and Tony appear to adore each other, seem to be well suited to each other, and can’t get enough of each other. I’m sure because I’m providing Tony with more Gogo juice each week, than I personally use. Dalisay and Cassie recently setup their own mechanical rides in Dalisay’s expanded shack, and raise their own herbs to provide me with elixir ingredients. Even Sophia visits as an occassional donor. I wonder how Tony would react if he knew the love potion he’s so addicted to, contains a bit of essence of Mom in it?

Anything Sophia, or his sisters ask for, generous Tony is happy to give them. They’re not greedy, don’t take undue advantage of him.

Sophia asked for and received a fancy big screen powerful computer, a fancy computer controlled sewing machine, and a large 3D printer. You guessed it, it’s for making dolls. Highly detailed realistic dolls!The ladies even erected a dedicated club building as the Doll House. Tony furnished all the construction materials. The doll factory is set up in there. They are capable of making a recognizable doll from a photograph. Including a high relief background stage, to pose the doll in front of. They assembled a few in shadow boxes they call Doll-dramas. I’ve become an avid Doll-drama collector. To the point I diminished the chill box to only include a cheese cave. Adding the freed space to my office to house my collection. A larger chill room replacement was constructed alongside the dining hall kitchen. More convenient for the cooks this way anyway. Let me describe my dolls.

Art photos of Lauren’s very pregnant and naked daughters in quite sexy evocative poses were rendered as action dolls. Then posed in bedroom Doll-dramas. Gail and Slick Pamela are slightly less globular, less gravid posed in their own Prego-ramas. All six lady dolls are flanked by additional Doll-dramas of the same girl.

On one flank, post pregnant, each mom is displayed in a madonna pose, nursing one of our sons. On the other flank, as prior to pregnancy temptresses, each advertises a lascivious welcome in open legged graphic pornographic pose. These three panel prego-rama, to me, represent before and after dioramas of fond memories. Better than photos or home movies ever could.

Gail and Slick don’t have the nursing-dramas yet as they haven’t delivered our babies yet. Won’t be long now. There’s room on the shelf for the missing pair of boxes boxes. When this mini-collection is complete, together the eighteen shadow boxes will make a very engaging display.

My queen’s collection is special. Solo dolls without backgrounds.

Lauren’s smiling enticing doll is posed on elbows and knees, rump up, nude, ready for and inviting a doggy-fuck. If she was a larger scale version, she could easily be a fuck toy.

Lilli is caught dancing, not just posed, as a retro dashboard Hula dancer. She wriggles and wobbles on her spring above a island base dashboard mount The swing of her orbiting Hula leaf skirt and toss of her thick mass of hair arranged to one side, credibly create and enhance the illusion of continuous Hula motion. She is so realistic, you can see her pubes if you peer beneath her skimpy skirt. Lilli says, those really are pubes clipped from her own abundant patch.