Nur der Hebelarm bewahrte mich vor dem Niederfallen auf den blutbefleckten Boden. Wer mich in meine Stallbox geschleift hat, konnte ich nicht mehr sag...n. Mehr tot als lebendig muss ich auf der Stelle im Stroh eingeschlafen sein. Zu meinem Entsetzen war der n?chste Tag wieder so ein windstiller Nebelmorgen. Meine Sto?gebete zum Himmel blieben unerh?rt. Wie bef?rchtet bekam ich nach einem ungew?hnlich kr?ftigen Fr?hst?ck mit Speck, Eiern und sogar Honig(!) meine Striemen mit einer k?hlenden. G & G looked ready to volunteer, but I stopped them."You two are the Quartermaster department, and need to be here to handle anything that may come up in that regard," I told them."You're no fun at all, Mark," Glanda said in a pout."We'll go," Saraid volunteered. "We want to see what Nashville looked like in its infancy. Besides you guys will need someone with common sense to back you up." All right," I agreed. "We guys will wear the clothes that we bought in the Other Reality and carry our. The package wasn't that important. It would take some getting used to, but I was sure it was possible because we loved each other.I tentatively reached out and took her hand, marvelling at how much bigger it was. "Wow, this is going to take some getting used to. I'm going to need a step ladder just to kiss you," I said.That brought a tiny smile to her lips. "Maybe stilts, ... or I could just lean down."She leaned down and kissed me. It was odd, familiar, yet different. We walked up to class. ”“Jesus, I am so damn sorry. This is all my fault. I don’t know what to say, do, think...”“No need, no need to worry. We only got two hours, and there is so much to say,” I said. “I don’t want to talk about some chulo asshole. Okay?” She nodded, but it was a worried nod.“Did you get the pic of Kari I sent?” she said. She knew I had. I’d written her that I had. “But I guess she was just checking, talking, saying something.“Yes, and it’s the best present I ever got!” I said. “God she is.