For a brief moment I thought it was sunlight, and that I was saved, or possibly just dreaming, but when my eyes adjusted I noticed that the walls of t...e cave had started glowing with a warm, clear light. I knew it was probably a huge colony of photoluminescent bacteria, but before I could think about it anymore, I finally saw where I was, and what was in there with me. The entire floor of the cave was covered in a mass of wriggling worms of various sizes. Some as small and thin as a pencil,. Grandpa, a thin, nearly bald old man watched with a smile as I walked around her, taking in her every curve.“She’s a complete roller, and I got a hell of a deal on her,” grandpa drawled, his voice like a handful of gravel. I liked already that he knew she was a she.“She’s uh, she’s missing something,” I pointed between the chassis rails under her long red hood.“Yeah, Old Louie is taking care of that part.”Louie Ross was a dear old friend to my grandparents and was a local legend of an engine. .a reunion with its Owner at the medical facility. not so, for you see, the pig's Owner has much more pressing things to do, than to pick up a pig from the doctors office. that is why She has slaves to do the time wasting tasks. a pickup truck was backed up to the shipping doors of the clinic, with the tail gate down. in the box of the truck was a rather large metal cage. one of the nurses kicked the ass of this pig forward, directing it straight ahead and into the cage in the bed of the truck.. Now both, as people are decent. What I mean is, I wouldn’t mind their company the whole winter. Though I just fucking know, that I’m going to be subjected to their wanting to fuck at a very loud rate in the wee hours of the night. Keith knows this cabin, but then again, cabins aren’t really cabins anymore, they more or less look like motels with their sickening display of pale oranges and bolted down metal palm trees. We are on the East Coast, so you can see why this is weird. The house is not.