The spirit of the warrior ran high within me the next day. I walked upon the fronts of my feet and brooked no argument with man nor woman. I arranged ...oodstuffs for our tribe then closed matters with the widow. I presented her with a matched pair of red-haired ears before I left. It took her aback yet she kissed my cheek as I left. Upon my next trip I found the pair well tanned and presented upon a board within the front door. I truly appreciate that woman.My wives sensed my anger and lack of. They were more advanced than they had let on. Having figured some things out from many 'coincidences', they also had a complete distaste for the Grays. The Grays were the only race they knew of, and that was only because of the distasteful experiments that had been made on them years before. They were quickly able to ascertain that the winning side in this battle was the Grays, because of the shape of the mother ships.The single governmental entity on Dermas V was quick to act, and immediately. The thought of having that thing buried in my rear door was uppermost on my mind and I honestly hesitated to suggest it because in all honesty I was a bit fearful of being stretched beyond my ability to adapt to his frenzied stuffing. I knew that most men got carried away in such circumstances and it was best to just relax and wait for them to reach their point of explosion and pretend that they were god’s gift to women and to you in particular.Then, he mounted me missionary style and all I. ”John answered, “No.”When the call was over, Ann turned to John. She stared at him for several minutes, her eyes flicking over to Rover. She asked, “Who are you?”“I’m John Carter. I thought I introduced myself already.”Ann looked up exasperated. “No, I mean who are you that you can call a director of the FBI and have him drop everything to talk to you?”John thought about it for a while. He realized that he didn’t know how to answer that question. His urge had been driving him to this action..