Coming from a long line of tree huggers, hiking and camping out is just about my favorite way to spend a weekend. My dad had taken me on two and three...day outings for as long as I could remember. When I turned sixteen last year, he said he thought I was experienced enough that I could do solo hikes. This was my first. As I lay there in my sleeping bag trying to rationalize what I had seen ... no, what I THOUGHT I had seen, sleep was a long way off; but there were no more disturbances for the. “There is the chance of emotional attachment,” he said.“There is the chance that I may like it. Like it enough to want to do it again,” she told him.“There’s the chance that you find that you can’t go through with it at the last moment and leave the guy hanging.”“Or that this is something that you would rather keep as a fantasy and throw the guy out before anything happens.”“What about if word gets out?” she asked him. “Or what if he has something and gives it to me and then I in turn give it. ”“Okay!” Poncho agreed.Another man was at the door. Poncho talked with him and the man looked at the five dead men on the floor. They looked at the door and the man said he would get the door to work tonight, then come back tomorrow to fix better for the long term. Poncho agreed. He told the man, we would take the bodies away and come back shortly.Brad looked around, all were ready. “Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”They were transported to the west side of the sun. They were standing on. ''Let me pee and I'll be right out.'Ever practical Gwen said, 'Have a toke and then go piss.''Well, okay, then: Since you insist.' He came out and picked up the joint Nancy handed over to him. He sucked up a large lung full, then commented appreciatively, Ôhmm, good stuff, ' and took another little topping off toke and handed it to the Cat. 'Be right back, ' he hissed.A while later, he came out with Cara, blinking and with a bad case of bed hair. She sat down on the backless old dinning room.