It was a very big, very fluffy, feather bed like the one her grandmother. Looking at it a bit closer, she realized it was the same bed. She could see ...he v she had scratched into one of the posts as a child. ‘What the hell?’ She said. ‘Where am I?’ ‘Not in Hell,’ a voice answered from behind her. ‘But where you really are will take a bit of explaining.’ Ginny sat up and turned to look at the source of this voice. He was a big, heavily muscled man with bright red hair and a wild, full beard. ”Roy felt suddenly very embarrassed for his tears and his conduct and took the handkerchief and wiped his eyes and blew his nose. “Sir, I don’t belong out here. In my jungles I know what to do, out here I can’t even fly a spacesuit without making a fool out of myself.”“This is just how I felt, the first time I left Earth.”Roy looked up with disbelief in his face, “Sir, not you! Everyone knows you are...”“I was a young Marine Lieutenant from a planet that knew nothing of extraterrestrial aliens. So far, no one had dared crawl over the fence. Tonight, every one was milling around and talking to one and to another, each guess being wilder than the previous one.Finally, the pastor, James Athelstone, called the meeting to order. The Reverend Athelstone had come over from England some twenty-five years ago with his wife Sarah after ten years as a missionary in Brazil when their old pastor had died of old age. They were quiet, unassuming couple with a serene outlook to life that suited the. More than a year since I’d been arrested and tried and sentenced, and then sent up here to hell. I had talked to her once in county and gotten letters, but apart from those, nada.Like I said, she did write and that fairly often. I did know what was going on back home, and I had gotten a picture of my little girl. She’d sent it as kind of an early Christmas present. I so loved that baby. Daddies always adored their baby girls; it was nature. I so wanted to hold her. It killed me that I never.