The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work ...n those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his imagination.So either there’s a whole crew of whackos out there, in which case where the hell are the rest of them, or it’s door number three—which is that somehow or another Hugo’s for real and has. He told them they could leave the van in the loading dock, as there was no one else with any delivery until late the next day.Then he gave Trish a card to put in the window of her car, and she went out to the car park and sorted this while Dave got the trolly loaded up with the food and trays of glasses etc. When Trish returned they all rode up in the service lift and he showed them around the room. Just inside the door was a two drawer occasional table, with three little cardboard envelopes. Then I saw there was a big stack of files. Liz put the files in to some plastic bags for me, I said that I could not take a coat as I would not be coming back this way tonight so I held the files against my chest and walked very fast back to my own site and office When I got back to the security hut I put the files down on the desk and started to put my boots back on then I noticed the security guard was looking at me with big eyes then I realized that he was staring at my tits as my blouse was. Jerry leered at us creepily but kept his distance and followed my mom inside to look around.“Jesus, your mom is so strange. One minute she is kicking our ass and the next minute she is playing around with us,” Mandy said.“My mom has a playful and fun side. She loves me, doesn’t your mom love you, Mandy?” I knew that was mean.“Yes, my mom loves me,” Mandy said it like that should be obvious.“Well, they both have a wild side. I know my mom likes to party and she has been around long enough to be.