The truth was that Georgia had enjoyed being a warrior. For the first time in her life she had felt complete and able to explore aspects of herself th...t civilization had denied her. There had been very little about her at the time that was lady-like. She dressed in fatigues, wore combat boots, and, at times, carried a gun. Georgia answered, “You wouldn’t have recognized me back then.”“What was it like?”Looking over at Oscar, Georgia said, “We were alone there. With just the two of us, we tended. He’d passed some male cultists as well as female, and they all looked like they’d sprouted permanent boners. Everyone was in good shape, too. Malcolm went to the gym and played handball regularly, but these people looked like they had nothing better to do but keep fit. They turned another corner, and Malcolm mentally added an ‘almost’ to the ‘nothing’, while finding himself grateful that his skin was too dark to show a blush. There was a dark-haired girl in one of the alcoves, leaning over a. She knew that elves and even dwarves despised her kind. She knew that she should not expect anything from these races—and yet—she felt a nagging exasperation in her gut. She looked in the corner and saw that she had used up all the firewood over the past five days to keep Raener warm. Her stomach yawned. She had also forgotten to hunt. All her time was spent taking care of this ungrateful incubus. She stepped out of her cave and when she was at the entrance, did she see a figure hobble out. I set the drink back in the Galley and left him a note telling that I would stop again next time our boat couldn't go out.I went home that evening with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. I had spent time with a great man. When I got home, I started supper for Grace and myself, I had learned to cook on the farm by one of the Mid West's greatest cooks, my Grandma. As attested to by the numerous Blue Ribbons and best of Show Ribbons that she had won at the Iowa State Fair. I wasn't in her.