"They thought you were someone else, who had wronged them, but the image in their mind even as they were looking at you didn't match our actual appear...nce. It was like they were having a very specific hallucination, or vision." I thought that perhaps we should hole up and wait until evening to travel, to give people less of a look at us, and Eliza's enthusiastic response had me grinning also. I decided on a hotel, to get the highly noticible bike off the street. Parking in the underground lot,. ’ It was just a small farm, the smallest in the region she’d said as most operations covered tens of thousands of acres and were called stations. In more difficult areas there were stations that had simply been abandoned because of changing weather patterns plus over-stocking. Melissa had said she had 22 horses and fifty-three stud breeding cows and made her best cattle income by selling yearling bulls. The horses were very profitable because she was the only ranch in her area that hired out. Funny, the red light on the DVD player was on. That was weird. Mom had a cow whenever Jeff or I left a light, any kind of light, on when we left the room. There were a couple of DVDs on the table beside the player. Even from across the room I knew what they were. Who designs the covers for porno tapes, anyway? Dyslexic horny monkeys? Teenage boys? Yeah, right. Stupid me. Heck, that's not even an oxymoron. It's just plain redundant. And unfair to dyslexia sufferers, too, I bet. Anyway, you can. I didn’t think he would, but he did. Maybe he was too tired to think it through. Maybe he just didn’t want me to stop touching him anymore than I wanted to stop touching him. So I sat on his hips. God it made me ache! I unbuttoned his shirt off and massaged the front of him. I worked my hands into his unruly hair. I massaged his temples. I touched every part of him I could. I ran my hands down his arms, massaging his biceps, his forearms, and his hands, making him sigh. I massaged his chest –.