" That's just what I think!" burst out Susan, as if hearing the words had released something inside her.For my part, I wanted to pound my head against...the wall. Even if any of this was true, the last thing I wanted was to be poked and studied and commented on like some exotic bug in a jar. "Look," I said heavily, "I don't know what's going on, either. But can we please not go talking to people about this; at least until we understand what's really happening?" I put on my best pleading, hangdog. "Let me buy you ladies a soda. To make up for this." Before I could say a word,"We'd like that Stan." Without a word Valerie took one arm, so I took the other, walking along together until we reached the caf? area. Stan went to get our drinks, and Valerie was almost jumping out of her chair. "Girl, he's got eyes for you! Lucky girl." No!" Oh yes. You saw the way he was staring at you, that can only mean one thing." Just then Stan returned. I was sipping on my drink, trying to be very feminine,. A pile of dirt for them to cover their poop way over there in their area doesn’t bother me with a dirt floor, but...”“So? We don’t have to floor our whole living area – just from the kitchen through our bedroom. And we don’t even need to put up a rear wall. We could just leave that open into the rest of the cave. The chickens could still have their dirt floor, and we could have three big rooms – kitchen/living room and a couple of bedrooms. Maybe a bar partway across to divide the kitchen and. Our mouths and tongues once again locked in a battle of supremacy. With his body against mine, I felt his weight shift off me as I heard the click of the door unlock and a turn of the door handle. I was forced inside, walking backwards, my mind’s eye provided the only visual of where I was going, which was until the bed took my legs from under me, making me buckle at the knees. I giggled and let out a groan as I was thrown down on the large queen sized bed. My dark curls sprawled out onto the.