It would feel good to just sit with my feet up, stretched out, if I hadn't been sitting for five hours. I think a run would be more relaxing.”“Ren...e, sweetie you're in Georgia now. You’d die running in this heat and humidity without getting acclimated. I have a gym at home you're welcome to use to relax if you want. Let's find those bags, get you fed, then into some comfy clothes.”Renee giggled then caught sight of her bags on the carousel out of the corner of her eye. She always tied ribbons. Yeah, that's real good. Here, you sit yourself down beside me. I want to show you something else. Something you'll like, I promise." Fred was wearing some Wrangler jeans, and something was big inside the denim. He reached in and pulled out his pecker. That's what Debby had told her men called it. Boys had a pecker and girls had a pussy. Fred's pecker looked awfully big and purple and hard. "See here girl? This is something good, you know. My pecker has to be good. It's what men use to make. Don’t allow your mind to relent, or his approach to surprise you. This is less an interrogation than a character test. It’ll only get worse from here, but at least he’s giving us time to adapt. For as little as he thinks of us, it works in our favor. We can curry respect by being stronger than he expects.’“So, you’re a finder?” Quichoq observed, entering Betty’s interview room. “I can’t picture your being terribly competent. It took you several hundred years to find your way back. I’m hoping. Of course, I still had my L-gun pistol. As expected, the two mules were dead with nothing remaining but a few cracked bones.Before we did anything else, I demonstrated the new rifle to Jake. He was good with a rifle, and when I asked why he explained that he was normally a professional meat hunter. He had concentrated on deer and elk and the rare buffalo. If he couldn’t find anything else, he would take antelope, but he normally did not bother because of the low price antelope meat brought.Jake.