She withdrew her touch, an icy hand gripping her heart. She heard him slide into sleep. He hadn’t even LOOKED at her flimsy garment or the way it co...cealed but revealed. Again she checked the laundry and again she smelt the stranger’s perfume. His underpants were again marked with an earlier excitement. Once again the odour of a different soap lingered on his skin. Her stomach was a hard ball within her, her throat tight with the grief of her rejection. Well she now knew what she had to do. In. ” She led us due south. We had to stop at a crossing, for an electric powered cart pulling wheeled wagons full of trash to pass. There were large rooms off to one side, full of colonial costumes, with cast members switching out from wet wigs to dry ones. We went south for quite a way, then turned east. “Folks, the Hall of Presidents show is currently active. It’ll take about ten minutes for this one to finish, five more to empty out, if you’d like to have a seat. I’ll run upstairs and make sure. Kit and the two new young girls all ran to the fallen bodies with their sharp Tomahawks and quickly and expertly sliced away their hair to save for a bounty at the first fort or law enforcement outpost. I admired their lack of finicky femininity and hoped that Kit was keeping them under control as we moved into more settled territory.Of course, those fallen yahoos were all European whites, but the ignorant law men and troopers couldn’t tell a white man’s hair from an Indians greasy top piece. Strut came flying down with a snort "watching you get potted that's what." Trink chuckled "well now feel free to take a drink." Strut snorted "why would I want to drink that stuff all it does is give a body a headache." Trink snorted back "this be me good stuff ain't gunna give nobody nothin but a nice feelin." Strut gave Trink a ya sure look but picked up the bottle and took a healthy drink, choking, coughing and snorting Strut hissed "this is your good stuff?" Raimi started laughing holding.