I will admit that I'd pulled a dumbass stunt of my own, walking down here without the truck.That's because I had intended to just cut the trees off lo... and try to dodge around the stumps, exactly what smartass had suggested. As we were walking I knew I couldn't leave it at that. Any log truck driver knows that stumps can be death to any tire that comes near them, especially when you're loaded. I wasn't planning on being loaded but I wasn't going to take any chances either. After they'd dug out. You hear a voice come from somewhere in the back of the shop,“Just a minute please.” It is a feminine voice, sounds like a slightly older lady. It reminds you of the voice of some of your grandmother’s old bridge club friends, the blue hairs that always pinched your cheeks and commented on how you were such a handsome young man and how well you were doing with your writing career. You ran your hand through your hair, the short, prickly hairs tickling your palm and reminding you of how fresh. The laws will be rather different from the present ones, so prepare for that. The age of consent will be fourteen instead of what it has been, polygamy will be legal as noted, prostitution will be legal worldwide, of course, and both public sex and public nudity will be permitted, even encouraged.“The criminal code will be universal, consistent, and entirely based upon my own ideas and personal philosophy. Sexual harassment and rape, while still crimes, will be much narrower in definition, as. No ice cream cake in the staff lounge for you." The woman looked down and away. "No," she said quietly, her thoughts trailing, "I didn't want to make a big deal about it." "Don't worry," Adam sighed nonchalantly, "You absolutely don't look 30." Lynn chuckled at the off-the-cuff compliment. "Oh yeah? What does a 30 year old look like?" He tilted his head to look at her. "Not like you," he replied. Lynn matched his gaze in silence, not quite able to smile and laugh off his remark. She looked.