Julie stirred in our sleeping bag, but she didn’t wake up. The PDA indicated it was nearly dawn, which the growing chatter of the birds confirmed. I...placed the wireless earbuds into my ears, while using the PDA interface to pull up the satellite view of the local area. I identified our destination and labeled it as Heraldsburg on the map, repeating the process with the crossroads at Strawberry Landing, and the two fishing villages nearest us on the coast, labeling those as Village A and Village. The seat was so narrow I had no room to maneuver my arms save lifting a beer or smoking a cigarette. If I needed to leave I would have to muscle my way back in. How the larger revelers managed was a mystery. I hypothesized they promptly gave themselves an enema once they woke up, taped a 5 gallon catheter bag to their leg, and remained in that one spot for the whole day. Once I got comfortable I introduced myself and smiled. We sniffed butts, but I don’t think they liked what they smelled. They. Is there anything I can do?" Angie asked, concerned, as she slipped into my lap. "Maybe. I need to think about it." What's wrong?" she asked."It's something I need to work out. Let me think about it. Okay?" Sure," she replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek.I knew what the problem was. My ethics and emotions were battling against me for what I'd done. I needed to talk to each of the kittens individually - without their being affected by all of the programming I had on them - to see how they. Clarissa was alone at hers, getting some books out. She looked my way and although she couldn’t flash me her wonderful smile, she didn’t need to—I saw everything she was feeling right there in her eyes. I nodded, barely noticeable and her lips turned up in the corners in the merest hint of a smile before she closed her locker and left.This was going to be tough.I opened my locker and a slip of paper fell to the floor at my feet. I bent to pick it wondering what it was and how it got there. It.