While we were busy preparing the breakfast, the men were busy feasting on our bodies, with both my husband and the African man paying close attention ...o my daughter, while my son was showering his attention on me and the African woman.After gorging on his daughter's body, my husband finally took the time to phone the town for a vehicle to pick us up, which they promised to send by late afternoon, and then my husband went with the African man and his wife for a tour of their village.I went to. To my surprise Angela waved at me and she introduced me to her family. Señor Emilio Benitez spoke a little English. Señora Sofia Benitez did not speak English but their fourteen years old son Felipe spoke some English he had learned at school. So sometimes we spoke English sometimes Castellano. It was a little mismatch but we enjoyed each other's company. I felt sympathy from them. The older Benitezes were a little fat, but they were not obese at all. Felipe was a smart boy; he told me he liked. I’ll wake up, or it will go some other weird direction any second now. As he continued the mental struggle, a new sensation struck. It was as if someone was watching him – or rather several people. He could feel eyes on him, though the hum had thankfully quieted. Something moved at the edge of his vision, and a breeze stirred his hair. Then again, on the opposite side. It tickled like mad, adding to his discomfort. Come on. Wake up. No luck there. More tickles arose from his right knee, and. The closets and dressers were even full of clothes, mostly of the Sunday go to meetin' persuasion.We went out to examine the tractors then. They were older than Stacy and Sherry's but looked to be in pristine shape. They should have since both odometers showed less than three thousand miles. Hell, they might as well have been brand new. It was nothing for a truck like these to go four hundred thousand miles without a minor overhaul. They hadn't even gone halfway far enough for their first oil.