" That sounded like a good idea to Cathy.They came upon the boy in the early afternoon.Sam gently pulled back on Brownie's reins. The mare came to a s...op at the top of the slight rise, the wagon trail continuing on through the spring grass. Putting her hand up, trying to get some of the lowering sun's glare out of her eyes, she peered ahead. Someone was walking up ahead, maybe a hundred yards, maybe less. Depended on their size. They had seen no one that day, nor evidence that the current. The second day, she caught sight of the end of their band vanishing into the mist of the nearby waterfall and she noticed that they were armed with clubs and long knives but she didn’t see a single firearm in the pack and that was a big relief to her in case they cut her trail accidently and tried to capture her for their fun and games.That night they set camp next to the waterfall on the other side of the river. She still felt they were too close the outlaw camp and she could hear the screams. As they had picked the bananas the night before, they didn’t even bother to dress but breakfasted in the nude. A shared Pepsi finished it off, and the kids considered what to do next.“If we could just live off bananas and mangos,” Paula noted, “we could stay here.”“At least until somebody buys the place,” Paul agreed, “or decides to camp out like we’re doing. We’d have to get water somehow.”There was no water running at this house, either inside or outside. There were several dried turds in the. I tried, and usually managed to find a room alone and on this occasion, in darkest Norfolk, I had succeeded.Our female lead was Portia Parsons. Don’t blame me, blame her parents. Anyway, Portia was a good actress, gay like me but totally not my type nor I hers. She was terribly prissy and dull which is unusual in this profession.“Faye, why are you so juvenile? Can’t you ever behave?” Well, no actually. I mean, isn’t acting simply juvenile. Oh, I know the luvvies will tell you it’s serious and.