Her body became numb as her plummet continued. She awoke in a temple of some kind somewhere between life and death. "It's okay, you're going to be fi...e." The woman above her said in an odd dialect that Marcy some how understood. She then passed out again. Weeks later she awoke again in the same temple a bald man stood over her smiling." Ms Steele it's good to see you're finally awake," The man replied, "We figured you would heal in time." "Time, How much time has passed?" She asked. “What time can we meet tomorrow?”Tuesday morning, I received an email from him. “How about 1ish, at my place?” and he gave me his address. Damn! He literally lived within walking distance of my house. I emailed him I would see him in a couple of hours.Not knowing exactly what might transpire, I decided to cover all bases. I still had a few hours before our meet, so I started by giving myself a few enemas. The first was warm soapy water, I injected a bit over a liter into my ass, and laid on my. Carlos took my face in his hands and said, it is because you are a very beautiful young woman, and many of those men have been known to do bad things to pretty girls like you. What kind of things? I asked. Carlos just shook his head. Things a young lady like you does not need to know about. I kept pushing him to tell me. He sighed. What did Cindy tell you about her baby? he asked. Nothing, I said. In fact, when I asked her about the father, she got upset and left to the bathroom for a long. The tumbleweeds came in handy for fires, providing just enough flame to cook coffee and heat beans. Gathering tumbleweeds for his fire, the second day out from Fort Stockton, Jake laughed. ‘Me and the tumbleweeds are alike. We blow around all over, never resting in one place too much.’ Jake’s trail cut the Rio Grande and his trek became a little easier. Along that border between the U.S. and Mexico it was a mite cooler because of the river and the cottonwood trees that grew along its banks..