He rather liked it. The scent was a strange mix of odors he couldn't place. Was it perfume? No. Harveen would never use something like that. He mental...y shrugged. It wasn't important.His eyes focused on the distant tower. It was still there, mocking reality.Reality, in his experience, did not like being mocked.Liuz was unsure how long they stayed there, sheltered from the wind and sun. He had no desire to descend, to do work requiring thought. Harveen's body and the mysterious tower dominated. Punk music drowned out her feelings so that she could focus on clear mathematical thoughts. The next morning, the shrill screeches of the alarm woke her up. It was still dark outside. She had gotten up fifteen minutes early to study her bible. The bible study guide said that as Christians, we have to forgive our evil doers. We have to follow Christ’s example. The bible study guide explained the pitfalls of forgiveness: Conditional forgiveness is not true forgiveness. We must forgive without. Jill was becoming a little alarmed. "No, be a good boy!" She spoke sternlyto him, hoping she could take control. She decided to walk quickly past himand get out of the door. As she passed him she felt a blow to her back, whichknocked her off balance. Before she could recover, the dog had jumped ontoher back and she fell to her knees. The dog was growling very nastily now and she was becoming afraid. She felthim scrabble to get firmly on top of her and then he clamped his jaws firmlyon her right. To Porter, riding a hamox was reminiscent of the mechanical rides his parents placed him on when he was a little boy. For a credit or two, they got a few minutes of relaxation while the rocket ship vibrated under their little boy. On a hamox, his legs splayed the same way as his childhood rocket ride because its back was so broad. Tilden had told him that hamox were fantastic for trick riding because it was easy to stand on their backs, if one avoided the sharp points up front. Porter was.