" I don't know," Jackie said again. "But, you know, he sort of puts me in mind of Cumulus." Can't be," Mark smiled, realizing Jackie was softening. "H...'s nowhere near as ugly as Cumulus was."Cumulus had been the scroungy old mutt that had been the watchdog at the gliderport in Colorado where Mark and Jackie had worked for a few weeks while on their honeymoon. Outside of a tendency to chase airplanes and gliders until he'd been dinged by a propeller, he'd been the perfect watchdog: friendly and. She was wearing what looked to be a fake-fur coat and her legs were stockinged…her fabulous legs. Connie had paid her tab earlier, so shed be ready. She scurried outside and they hugged. Sorry to be late! Eight minutes? No problem. They hugged again. Even through Kims fake fur and Connies heavy woolen coat, Connie could feel the press of Kims large breasts, and she thought again of those amazing, huge nipples and — She caught herself and pulled back from the memory before she stared oozing. "Paul had the rear wide open. Now, he grabbed a leather strap at the center of the wooden platform which rested on the interior "floor" formed by the collapsed seats, and pulled. The whole big section of cabinetry moved rearward for almost eighteen inches, and Paul reached under the edge, then pulled down sturdy legs with casters which rested on the garage floor.He grabbed the leather loop again and the cabinetry wheeled out until he was able to open the ingeniously vented and padded. Something was wrong—very wrong. A massive harvesting machine with an opening easily twenty feet wide was moving across the field below him. It appeared to be going faster than it should have been. It was no longer following the crop rows—it was moving diagonally. He quickly scanned the scene, the sheer horror of what was unfolding before his eyes sent a chill through his body. In the distance, behind the giant harvester lay a crumpled, motionless lump—it was, he surmised, a man—the man who.