He was now standing closer to the metallic closet; the immersion tank, as the Prosops had called it. The rigidly held upright body of Amonas was expre...ssionless, frigid in more than one way. Hilderich felt it would somehow be his fault if anything went wrong. Even though it was Amonas who had dragged him into all this mess, he felt it was him all along that had guided him and kept him alive in order to untangle the strands of fate that had led them to the Centron. He thought that it had seemed. He invited me inside where there was a distinct aroma of marijuana lingering in the air mixed with an equal amount of the smell of stale beer. Bill had obviously been enjoying both before I got there. He offered me a cold beer which I took and a marijuana joint which I refused. He pointed to an easy chair opposite the one he was sitting in as he popped open another beer for himself and lit up another” toke.” He was silent and just stared at me with his deep-set brown eyes as he alternated. She said that your hair,hand&leg is so rough that she will make oil massage for me.as i don’t know about her feelings against me and also like oil massage,i accepted her opinion. i got into my boxers which is skinny.as i entered into bathroom,she was waiting for me with oil. she began her work.i have to admit that she is a wonderful massager.she began to oil my shoulder,chest,arm,back.after that she went to my leg.as she was wearing a low neck top with some buttons i got a good view of her big. When night came, they were forced to stop and wait for the light of day to continue. All of them were extremely worried about Neona and frustrated at the slow pace they were forced to use. Ryan did not sleep well that night, every time he closed his eyes he had visions of Neona's dead body found along the trail he was following. At the first glimmer of daylight he was on the trail once more not stopping even to eat. One of the small air cars dropped down and handed over snacks that were eaten.