"We were out in the open water and everyone was settling back to catch some sun. I was looking over the rail at the horizon, just thinking, and a squ...ll must have blown up, because the next thing I remember I was in the water and fighting to stay afloat. Then a big wave pulled me down and then I was on the beach with you standing..." Her voice trailed off and hey eyes trailed down to my loincloth. Her face was filled with some powerful emotion, but I couldn't quite tell what."Well, never. I've lain in the Dead Sea. I sat atop Victoria Falls and watched what seemed like all the water in the world pour off into the green below. I've walked the Andes, the Appalachians, and the Alps." What are those?" Mountains. The Andes and the Alps put the Sierra Nevada to shame, but the Appalachians are only mountains to the people on the East Coast. They haven't seen real mountains." Oh," I nodded."We need to keep moving. I want to make Redding by dusk. It'll be nice to sleep in a proper bed.". Or at least as normal as it could be expected. She was nauseous, cold and hungry. The slime on her body was beginning to dry into a sticky slime. And she felt that her body was a grotesque wreck, something that had been violated and abused to a level that went beyond a mere assault on the flesh. She knew that she had spent only hours inside the quadro, but for her it had been an eternity of rape. She felt that she had fully submitted to the beast. In refashioning her anatomy, she had become an. No, swaggers off, and doesn’t turn around to come back. ‘The rat even took my zucchini!’ I snarl to nobody in particular. ‘Not bad by half. And the squash wasn’t bad either.’ A blue haired, stoop shouldered grandma says from my elbow. She hobbles off to check the garlic bulbs. I quietly wonder if the whole world has gone insane. I don’t open the envelope until I get home. Within are pictures of my next-door neighbor in various stages of undress. Most have him stripping out of either a.