”The conversation to “little America” went on and on and on. At least I think so. I was waiting in the waiting room. Now I understand the god aw...ul seats. If you get uncomfortable enough ... you leave. And just as I was gathering my things to do that, the door opened and my Immigration officer stormed out.“It is with great regret that I must inform you that the President of the United States of America denies your existence. ‘Ain’t she dead?’ is what the Ambassador said.”“Who did they get?”“The. “Actually, it’s different. Someday in the future, you don’t want the piercings, you can just take the rings or barbells or whatever out, you know? But tattoos, they stay forever. Wait until you’re fifty years old and your grandchildren want to know why you have a dragon tattooed up your ass!”I laughed. “And what would my grandchildren be doing looking at my ass?”He shrugged. “It’s a pretty nice ass.” Jack glanced at his watch, and a gleam came to his eye. “Come with me!”I climbed off his lap. My world was once like this place.October 22nd — We didn't stop in outpost seven. We were running late on the schedule, and we'd already take a couple of trail breaks. We changed out the water in the wagons and made polite conversation with the scouts in the outpost. Several joined us, and a couple families left the wagon train to stay at the outpost. That was pretty typical.I haven't spent much time writing about it, but there was a fair bit of travel between the outposts. People knew each. I move my head to look up at him with a guarded expression. He stares down at me with eyes hard as emeralds. “I'm joking,” I say in hopes of dissipating the tense atmosphere. There's no way I would ever, EVER, pressure him into anything. Ethan’s hard look softens and he sighs. “Things were definitely complicated,” he says, and I nod. “Yeah no shit. I’m tired of everything being so complicated,” I reply, and rest my chin on the back of my hand that’s still on his chest. “Me too,” he agrees..