.. Again!" Beth laughed; she had never understood how myliking for Led Zeppelin had led to taste for country and folk music."Jesus we got to get you o...t of there." Only in my dreams," I laughed. "So when am I going to see you?" Fingers crossed this Friday if you're free. Susan and I will inManchester Friday morning for a press interview and then I know I'mstaying over night as I've got to go to Liverpool in the afternoon foranother interview with drummer magazine." I'll take the day off so I'm. I didn't need to brag or treat her like that. I was over her, immediately because I never actually liked her, but those stupid, immature comments I made stayed with her whilst I just fucked around.I didn't join in with teasing her afterwards like my friends did, but it was me who directly caused it. I was regarded as an alpha to some extent, taller than most, attractive with a good build and rumoured to be skilled in bed that I should have used my influence to stop it. I just snubbed her, safe. She had had the strangest sense of déjà vu as she hit, her magically repaired back slamming painfully into the trunks of trees. There had been no give in her back that time, though, and it had been the trunks which had given way against her newly acquired bulk.When she had finally came to a stop, she couldn’t tell how many trees she had knocked over with her disastrous landing. Five? Ten? Twenty? She had found herself lying on trunks, branches, leaves and bushes perhaps 40 yards from the sandy. Somehow he was still on his feet, in a tube, a long cylindrical tunnel. Eyes adjusted to the shimmering pinkness and focused on translucent curved walls. Were they flexing? Yes, they seemed to ripple to the beat of his pulse. Now they were sinuously flowing, slipping past. No, he was moving -- the vibrolith transport strip underfoot was carrying him away. Ahead, he could make out a dark man-shape -- faceless, anonymous. In front of that, another. An unending file of bodies. Behind, the same..