The finished product would have been the laugh of the neighborhood if anyone could see it. Our poor tent leaned to one side like a drunken sailor as i...ts top was squashed and misshapen by the uneven ceiling. Oh, well! We weren't trying to win Tent of the Year in the Better Caves and Snake Dens magazine.In addition to practical benefits of an easier to heat space, the finished tent provided a much-needed psychological boost. At least the snakes all around us were outta sight. Once we finished. "I know not Ganor or Wala. He was not among my mates friends as we had come from Fumar's old camp," stated Sheela. "He seems like a desirable mate, as he is one of only five men who live here. Also, if he does not beat his mates, I would desire to be mated by him. He is attractive." So, you would like to lay with him too?" I asked Deena."Oh yes! I find him attractive too. It would also be fun to share my furs with Wala again. We were close when we lived in the cave of unmated women," she. The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real. "What else can go wrong?" Although he didn't frame it in those words ... no ... not exactly."What the fuck is that?" was what he actually said ... but it meant, What else can go wrong?'That' was a largish silvery object with a huge hole in the side and the Mig flew into it.And STOPPED.Slowly lowered to the floor inside the hole in the side of the unidentified what ever ... the Mig-31 stopped ... the engine still operating stopped ... by its own self. The canopies opened and the cockpit was.