"Hey, Sally! Are you getting all of this?" I nodded. I was, even though it made no sense. I was getting it. Karl evidently understood the look on my f...ce because he just smiled. "All right, then. Come and find me when you're finished with all of that and I'll have your next assignment. By the way, when you put on the outfit, you don't need to tape yourself. Let it all hang out. We don't really care that much. You're here to work, not to look pretty." Karl left me alone with the outfit and the. “I have discovered that the dwarves of the Black Mountain clan were banished by the Wheel Clan to the Isle of Despair. Because...” I paused.“Because why?” Bates had grown tense, his eyes narrowing. “Out with it boy!”“Because of your theft of their technology,” I said, frowning.Instantly, I saw that I had struck a deep blow to the old human’s soul. His face crumpled, wrinkles collecting and pressing against one another, turning his face into a contoured map of pure sorrow. He pressed his long,. It was there that they stopped to rest. PD found a boulder and sat down. Her legs were tired but the rest of her felt okay. The jogging she did in the past had done some good. She reminded herself to start it up again."I've got to take a leak," Cal headed for a large tree."While you're at it, take one for me," PD smiled.Cal laughed.PD looked around her and saw a branch of a bush had been broken. She got up to take a look. It wasn't recent. The break was dry meaning that whoever or whatever did. They were oblivious to their total lack of dress sense. The females could be categorized as, Cheer Leaders whose raison d’être in life was to contribute to the Jocks’ score sheets. They were, on the most part, blonde, slim with, in proportion, large breasts, real or enhanced. Wannabes, these students regarded an education as a secondary consideration to being in the right crowd and working towards a suitable marriage to a successful graduate. They usually dated a year or two above their own.