Perhaps they were to be bred for food. As he continued to watch, though, it became clear the travelers were dark green Kikker. Three wagons, fully loa...ed with tarp covered goods, each pulled by six of the slow Perds. Two male Kikker rode at the front of each."Greetings!" Felek said loudly, raising an arm as they came closer. He brought his group to a stop. The lead Kikker wagoner reined in his beasts, slowly coming to a stop on the left side of the roadway. Felek rode forward a bit, coming up. . Oh. Here we are. 227." The dean pointed to the yellow door and dropped Lina's suitcase on the floor. "I trust you have your key. Enjoy your stay here! If you need anything, just call. My room is right at the end of the hallway." He stuck his hand out. "I'm Rodney, by the way. Like I said. If you need anything." Lina swore she saw his eyes trail down her body. Being polite, she pretended not to notice. She took his hand and shook it. "Lina. Thanks so much." He smiled and nodded, looked her. It might not affect him at all! But then, it might.He sat on his front porch one Saturday afternoon sipping lemonade and watching the world go by. A car pulled into the driveway to his left and he watched absently as his neighbors John and Kimiko Jones got out of their car.John had served in Japan many years ago where he met his wife. She was a very pretty petite woman whose age Ross couldn’t even guess at. John was five years younger than Ross but he had let himself go after he resigned from. Now he could row steadily without looking behind every few strokes.When he did look, he found he was gaining, though not very quickly. She was swimming steadily east, away from the boat. He rowed on, and on. He heard the boat’s engine start, to his huge relief. He looked again. Lara was a bit closer, slowing down finally. Only fifty yards perhaps. The yacht was moving, though June’s arm was wavering ... she’d lost track.Freddie looked over his shoulder again ... where was Lara? He couldn’t see.