Was this the burglar, coming back for more? Dan hefted a nearby beer bottle by the neck, checking its weight. If the burglar came in here, he'd never ...now what hit him!Dan was somewhat shocked when the burglar did indeed enter the living room. It was the downstair neighbor's fifteen year old daughter! Dan figured she must have come in through the basement. She was dressed in cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, and she had a handfull of Dan's casette tapes. She looked around the living room, no doubt. "Ignore my scent." You smell like a man," Mom said, first tickling me under the arms and then lifting my hand and burying her face under my arm, giving me an unexpected thrill as I experienced what it felt like for Mom when I played with her like that. "Oh geez!" I groaned while Mom sucked and licked my armpit before emerging giggling."How you like it?" Mom cackled as she observed my reaction. "It don't bother you that your mother has more hair under her arms than you do?" Not a bit," I said. That will be my room for Saturday nights and any privacy I want on Sundays. The phrase, ‘return home’ grabbed me as I listened. It seemed strange to really accept the concept of thinking of “home”, when my primary living space will be the kennel. It seemed just a bit too crazy. But, that was what this would be and that thought didn’t escape me as we planned and made the move.That Sunday, I had access to the house, pool, and patio. I really never had access to something like a pool where I lived. Our net met nightly and many people who had never been hams were actively on the air. It was the primary method of getting news out. Cell phone coverage was more and more spotty. The landline phones had gone with the power grid.The Amazons moved back to Preservation last fall. There were children coming along to be taught and Atlanta was no longer fairing well. We had had no response in the last six months to our CNN ads for people. The Amazons hadn't found any new people in almost that length.