Dweebs!" So go visit Paul. It's only a couple of hours from Atlanta to Knoxville." I might do that..."Silence settled into the conversation. Chris che...cked his breathing and covered the mouthpiece. If the primal part of him was going to win and he was going to keep listening, it wouldn't do to get caught."Yeah," Leah continued with a sigh. "I should definitely go see him. I mean, the only other decent guy around is Dad, and you know how he reacts when any of us try anything." Well, they let us. "Terms....yes...what terms....?", I asked."First, I will pick the men....yes...men....I do not want a lover....so I will make a profile on a dating site and find some hunks"....."can you deal with that", she asked."Øh, yeah....you are the one to fuck them so, I am not so...yes", I answered."Second, I will meet them for a coffe or something, alone....chemistry check and all that"...." can you deal with that"...."Øh, yeah....you are the one to fuck them so, I am not so...yes", I answered. On the far side of the crusher was a conveyor belt assembly that fed the crushed and sorted ore to smaller, wheeled bins. As each bin was filled, a tractor pulled it out of the flow and a second tractor maneuvered an empty bin in place.The full bin would be attached to a long line of similar bins, in a road-train setup, that was pulled by a massive wheeled truck. Kat watched as the most recently filled bin was attached and the train lurched into movement.The curved East to South road made sense. I enter it from the upper side — the square is not level, it is sloping towards the opposite side, where the town hall stands. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking.