How hard is it to find a St. Bernard in the middle of Manhattan? Of course, nobody has to make room for that martini-lapping hound...They can just wal... through him and-" Woof!" Neil!!" Marian cried with relief.But no, it wasn't him. It was just some Pomeranian a woman was carrying."Woof!" Wait a minute...A lap dog that *sounds* like a St. Bernard?" Marion stopped her searching.She looked at the dog, then raised her eyes to look at, "*George*??" Er, hello, dear," her husband said in that way too. ” It was true; if Silmaria spent the rest of her life off her feet, she’d die happy. Silmaria had always considered herself to be fit and strong, but after the countless miles they’d covered, her body ached everywhere. Her hips hurt. Her thighs and calves and the soles of her feet hurt, and her back and shoulders from lugging her packs around, too. She wasn’t doing anything especially strenuous, but it was so constant, endless. If they weren’t sleeping, and they weren’t eating, then they were. She wasn’t sure she was getting through. Alan wasn’t listening because he found it hard to concentrate with the object of his desire so close, and that damn buzzing in his brain had returned. Fighting the buzz, the only thought running through Alan’s mind was, ‘She’s so damn hot. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her.’ All of a sudden Ms. Kelly’s felt very warm, and extremely amorous. She stepped up to Alan quickly, embracing him tightly, tilting her head up into a heated kiss. Alan was almost as. At least I can build one. Unlike you.’ I went outside and started looking for wood. I had just started to dry off but before long I was soaked through again. I spent the rest of the day building it and just finished by the time it was getting dark. It was still raining so we couldn’t have a fire. We all retired to our shelters instead. I grabbed Liv’s hand and started walking but she said, ‘Go ahead. I’m gonna stay with Nate for awhile. Make sure he’s ok. I’ll be in soon. Goodnight. Love you.’.