Morgan not only did not love her, he mostly found her rather repellant. She was a tall, thin woman but her overly tanned flesh had begun to resemble d...y leather. Her overly dyed red hair had begun to resemble dry broom bristles, and her deep, raspy voice, while never from smoking, tended to make him feel he was conversing with another male. That was mostly where the problem with Lena Gilbert was, as far as Styles was concerned: she was just too mannish for his tastes. That, and she seemed. "Are you going to spend the night at Ida's?" "Well, I hope so. It would be a shame for her to have to drive us all the way across the bridge to go home....Do you want me to stay?" I looked him in the eye "Yeah, Roger, I would love that." Roger made a clown face of being surprised and fell to the floor. In less than ten seconds, he was on his leg again. People shopping at the University Avenue co-op that day didn't know what to do, but when they saw Roger's beaming stage smile, they decided that. Ansonsniffed the soiled sock, savoring the slightly sour aroma of femalesweat. He rubbed it gently against his cheek. Because no girl wantedto touch him or be touched by him, he had to settle for secondarycontact. Sometimes when he rode the bus he would sit next to a girland, after she got off, lean down to touch his nose to where her bottomhad just been.Now he sat there gratefully breathing in the scent of an anonymous soleand toes. There was a sexy high heel shoe nearby and he picked that. So did the women, although their appreciation was more subdued. Still, dragging in several hundred pounds of fresh meat was something that spoke volumes to these people, especially since I couldn’t even drag it through the gate in the steel fence. It would have to be skinned and butchered outside the fence and the butchered chunks taken in. I was sure the meat would be appreciated. I’d been feeding everyone canned beans, chili, and stew since I’d freed them. While the locals ate it, and from.