We ate our trail lunches insilence and the midday air was just as hushed and still."We need to go," said Linda finally. "Whatever that thing was, it's...till a long way to the campground." She picked up her pack and promptlycollapsed sideways into the ferns at the side of the trail. She gruntedwith shock.As Stuart, wiry and strong, she'd always driven herself relentlessly.She'd insisted on carrying the group utensils and food, so her pack wasthe heaviest. As Linda, her body wasn't as. I am just trying to get the?amperage up on these volts. but we may have to send it back." ?Soapy smiled with pride. "That's my daughter Selma...Selma and Zelide; this is Mr. and Mrs. Davidow, who are here to rent the Picana after you."?"How're you doing with Miss Chisholm, Zelide?" asked Soapy amicably. The butch girl?turned from where she was waving the wand close to one of Miss Chisholm's full breasts. ?"Its okay, Soapy, a little more sizzlin' would be good." Zelide turned and spat some. She checked her drawer and found that her things had been moved around, as though someone had been searching for something. On the other hand, the drawer opened more easily than it had before. She shrugged, straightened out the contents, and removed her towel. She told Victoria that she planned to take a shower, and asked about any procedures she was supposed to know. She learned that there was a small shower room near the dorms, in addition to the showers in the changing room. While. That’s them over there.”Jack looked over to see a team of guys in orange coveralls starting to dismantle the stage and sound equipment. Jack smiled with relief. He wasn’t really in any mood for sweeping and stacking things.Just at that point Susan sat up and rubbed her eyes slowly as she expressed one long yawn.“Oooo, I need coffee” she grumbled. “And my ass is sore and I need a shower and I am so hungry.”Jack looked at his father’s naked body then at the red fluorescent ID band around his.