He then tied the bag around his waist. He walked to his pony then looked over at me. I knew then, and only then, were we ready to go. The Indian rode ... small painted pony. It hardly seemed possible but the small pony was able to go longer than the old chestnut mare I rode. The mare was faster but the pony had more endurance. The Indian had signed onto the drive with two of the little beasts. The other was mixed in with the small heard of horses which followed along behind the cattle. Since. - Welcome, O'Neal Family. How may I assist? - The readout on the screen showed."Do you speak audibly and what is your function?" Pete spoke, "Do you have a name?" Yes. Aide and intermediary. None necessary." The machine voice was digitally artificial, but clear."Can you modify the voice?" Yes" Do you have secure access to the Internet? Please elaborate beyond single word answers." Yes. The Internet is not very smart." Please locate and access the voices identified as 'Kathleen Turner, actress'. She remembered dancing. Dirty dancing. What had gotten into Jan and her? Maybe she and Bob could slip out before Stan and Jan woke up. She reached back and poked Bob's chest and almost said wake up. But something was wrong. Too much hair there. She sneaked a look at the warm skin behind her and her heart lurched. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, she blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted.. " I like to think I do better than average," Jason smiled, instinctively liking the guy already, and not just because of the praise. There was a jovialness to him that was infectious. "Thanks for having the road plowed out." I have to do it, the county never does," he shrugged. "Back on a dead end like this, it's almost a private driveway. But I knew you were coming, so that made me get around to it a little quicker. Well, welcome to Malvern Hill." He turned to a short, chunky gray-haired woman.