She thought the same way he did, from the ground up, wondering what the jungle floor was like, what animals lived there, what kind of plants grew, and...how everything survived together. He found himself describing his fighting, the adrenelin rush that was always followed by regret, the part of his mind that was frustrated by the injustices. Her eyes always held his, and she neither sympathized nor criticized. He had never felt so comfortable with a woman. He began wondering what she thought of. He stood still. Slowly, his brain began noticing certain details.1. She was NOT wearing a red snowsuit as he had first suspected.2. In fact, she was not wearing anything at all.3. Her skin was red. A deep red, unnatural.4. Long black hair fell down her bare back.5. Looking down at the top of her head, which barely came up to his neck, he saw two small, yellow horns curling up from under her hair.Craig could wrestle no meaning from any of this. His other arm wrapped around the shivering figure.. As the hours passed in utter boredom, since nobody came to check on them, nor were any captives added or taken away, she fell into an increasingly despondent mood. Kidnapping she understood; it had been a part of Sicily's way of life for centuries, but the rapes, the nudity, and the shaving were not what was to be expected. Kidnap victims, female Italian ones at least, were treated with the utmost courtesy by their captors in Sicily; she herself had helped to take food to one of her father's. Besides if Larry —‘ ‘He won’t find out a thing. I’ll have you home before he gets here and the pipe will be fixed.’ He smiled at her, and seeing how nervous she still was, he lightly slapped her ass.’ Now go get ready, I’m hungry! ‘ She smiled brightly, looking directly into his eyes for a second and then excitedly took off to change. He laughed as she ran off, pleased to see her happy. Now trying to keep my hands off her the rest of the day might be a little harder than calling a plumber. He.