”“When do we leave?”“Friday week.”“I’d better pack.”“Swimwear, tee shirts and shoes.”“Really?”“Yup ... it’s HOT there.”J...ne, a native Londoner, noticed that winter in the United States was NOT the winter of London. It was damn all cold in Virginia. Hot sounded wonderful. The drive, partially financed by Jane’s father, (what Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, ) progressed rapidly. Proceeding through increasingly warmer and warmer states, Jane decided that spring was an entirely different animal. They are all here. I am going to have my dad talk to you. Over.”“Doug, Anna, Roy, Marion, we are glad to meet you. I am Shirley Mathews and Jack is here with me. Say, ‘hello, ‘ Jack.”“Hello,” I said, “I’m glad to meet you.”A slightly different voice came on suggesting some additional age. “Hello, Shirley and you, too, Jack. We’re glad to hear from someone. It is very quiet here. O-over.”“We have been using the radio to locate people. Some are staying in place and some have come to join us. We. Ever since I could remember my first taste of a woman, I could never get enough, never! I reflect on my past as a journey towards making that one woman mine through the use of techniques that I was taught by another woman long ago. That in it self is another story left for another time though, so let’s begin this in the bedroom shall we. Even though a man always has his tools to perform his job in the bedroom with a woman, I must insist that I gather up my own. They didn’t have the cook’s wagon with them and all they had was the dried beef jerky and the cold water from the mountain stream that paralleled the faint outline of a trail almost so slight that only a trained tracker or an Indian could read the sign.The bounty hunter with that weird stare that labeled him as a trained killer came over and turned the lump over and they saw it was one of the captive white women. It looked to be the more mature one with the children back near the settlements.