The confines of the room didn’t help. ‘You. Even if I can’t see you.’ ‘Flatterer,’ she said dryly, trying not to let tears flow down her...face. Already she was biting down on her lower lip. Anything to keep from making a scene. ‘And here I thought you were smiling at all the naked women.’ ‘Well, I am now.’ ‘Isn’t it one of your fantasies, dear?’ ‘Well, it would be. But you’d have to leave for that.’ Some random member of the tribe hit him in the shoulder. He feigned pain at the strike. . ”“We tried calling your cell, but couldn’t get through,” came my dad’s still concerned voice. “Is everything alright up there?”With the pain in my big toe aching along and a still fading hard-on, I forced myself to take a moment to calm down. “Um ... Well ... The storm is hitting pretty hard; the nearest cell tower is probably down.”“Ah,” replied my dad in understanding. “We’d heard that the weather was getting worse. I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. You just stayed at home. "Hush," Anastasia cooed softly as she caressed my cheek."But I..." I started."It'll be all right," she cooed again."I don't see how," I groaned again."It'll be all right; it'll work out," she kept saying and then suddenly pushed herself upright and looked down at me. "How long do you have me for anyway?" What? Ah ... all night," I replied a bit confused."Well I should hope so for twenty-five hundred," she huffed. "Good. I've been thinking about it. The best time to try to get out of here is. "Exhausted, we waded across the river where we found soft grass on the unburnt ground. We were so tired that we slept until the sun had been up a while. We started out again, and eventually came to the ford where you had found refuge," Hank continued. "I figure we missed you by a couple of hours. We followed your tracks, though. They were easy enough to see. We saw where you stopped to bury that family at the burned out house. The girls cried over the graves. It took a while but we finally made.