The air was a sticky blanket that clung to every surface and was thick with the smell of wet humus and orchid flowers. The single dirt road through to...n had been churned to a muddy blend of insects and soil, making sucking noises whenever someone had to walk through the muck. Marco stood on the front of his veranda in a pair of jeans and a singlet, breathing in the humidity and eating an apple. It would be his third month in Ayam-Hutan next fortnight. Marco worked as a logger; pretty much. Phir thondi thong nikal ke uske hole mein tail daal to woh boli vahanpe tail kyundala maine kahan thodi der kebaad mujhe vahanpe jana hain. Woh hansne lagi aur chup ho gai. Piche ki sari malish ho chuki thi phirmaine uski bra phirse lock karke use pith pe sone keliye kahan aur tail uske stumach pe daal diya who ankhen band karke letithi , stumach ko tail lagate lagate maine uske lips kiss kiye aur woh bhi mujhe cooperate karne lagi maine uske zor dar kiss liye usne puri jibh mere mooh mein daal. Well, so was I, and I could live with that."I'm feeling more than a little neglected lately," I said, with just a hint of a smile.He smiled back, sheepishly. "I admit, I've been pretty stressed out from work. This downturn business has got everyone walking on eggshells. And," he added, blushing slightly, "maybe I've been spending a little too much time on the Internet."My grin widened a bit. My own activities on the Internet had broadened significantly in the past few months, so I knew how. Jase found both a livery to put up his horses overnight and a hotel for his own lodging for the night. He left the cavalry pack horse, Brax at the livery but kept Baylor for transportation yet for the afternoon. After registering at the hotel and leaving his gear in the room, Jase's next stop was the home of the girl he had been sweet on in the summer of 1861, the first year of the war, his first love. Jill and he had gotten pretty serious, or at least what Jase considered serious, going so far.