Tim is a big man. He’s easily 6’4”, and certainly weighs well over 300 pounds. Big guy, but he has a big gut. He always thought he was tough as ...ails, but in reality he’s a tub of lard.Me? Nope I’m not a big man. I’m a thin 5’11”. I bet I don’t weigh 170 pounds soaking wet.I suppose up to about that second I had still been in the doctor-clinician frame of mind, what getting the index card to get a sample and all. But then I really started to zone in what had been happening. My hair was really. They stretched out for acres and acres, coffee plants as far as the horizon, but no sign of life. It was approaching the hottest part of the day, so I wasn't too surprised. I started thinking maybe a siesta wouldn't be a bad idea and headed towards a shady looking grove to lie down for a bit. As soon as I entered the shade, I noticed that there was someone there, squatting behind a tree. She had darker skin than the others I had met, and long braids tied back. An Indigena, probably of Mayan. I noticed her tongue stuck out a little as she fought the pen across the rough surface. We stood, and she handed me the napkin. Trying not to be too obvious, Rithika had to reach back behind her to adjust her dress where it had stuck to her bottom. I smiled. Then she was in my arms again, her fresh body pressing to mine. It was amazing to feel her moving under her dress. I was sure she was not wearing anything else at all and I wished that I was as free to dress that way as she. Once more, the. Only four fell and the rest ran parallel to the edge to get away from the Donai that were not chasing them now. There was too much meat to feed only two Donai even if they had young."Tom, use our tractors to hook onto two of the bison. I want to deliver them to the family behind the falls and keep a little bit for us." You want to eat them?" If you remember, the antelope you ate tasted pretty good. Didn't it?" Well, yes, but this is somehow not right. They are already dead and we weren't.