But that's what it was, he realized. Admiration. Appreciation. Not just a cheap thrill of the new or the unexpected or the risky.Just like Jennifer in...the sun on the trail. Or watching Jennifer sleep.He snorted softly. Maybe he wasn't a voyeur in the way that the others were. The beauty hooked him far more than the thrill.Except ... he remembered Will's expressions, looking at Jen. From that first Victoria's Secret trip last December, when Jen came out of the dressing room to model for Will and. But human nature, being what it is, takes no notice of rules and regulations set out by man. Once they had been discovered, their fate was sealed. At the next available, habitable planet, they would be cast adrift to fend for themselves with no defensive weapons, tools, food or water. It was harsh, but rules are rules.Together, hand in hand, they had watched the ship blast away from the surface, its legs bi-folding into its belly, even as it sped away. They faced an uncertain future, but it. Where Lyn was slim with not an ounce of fat on her, Marg was of larger build. She was not fat but was carrying a few extra pounds. They were both beautiful in their own way but Lyn was the one who drew the attention of the men. Marg on the other hand was very nice to talk to and could indulge in conversation on almost any subject. Although Marg’s face was beautiful she did not have the physical attributes that her older sister had.“How’s it going, Marg.”“I’m okay. How is it with you?”“I’m fine.. Two, Hugo is the biggest fraud you could ask to meet, and has been shining me on right along. Hell, I guess I’m gullible enough, even that fucking baby-rapist had me going.In fact, maybe he’s even shining himself on, to the point that he actually believes what he’s saying and doing. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done.