Just when I'm nice and warm too." Mom sounded as if she didn't want to venture out of our cocoon and was a bit annoyed that she would have to."I'm jus...t going to go behind the tent. I've got no intention of getting wet again and I want you to keep my sleeping bag warm for me." Mom unwrapped her sleeping bag from round herself, pushed it to me and began to crawl out of the tent.I was shocked to see that she was just dressed in a tee-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties as I had thought that. Kara didn’t react to my touching her; she seemed sound asleep; breathing steadily and slowly.I kissed her temple tenderly and gently jostled her - I wouldn’t be amiss to having some more fun - but there was still no response. She remained still.I actually checked the Watch to see that I hadn’t activated it but all was well - I was still within the flow of time.“Baby?” I said quietly, shaking her again.Kara murmured in her sleep but didn’t stir more than that. Even though she didn’t wake up I. Seldom is the tropical rainforest dry enough to burn. Sometimes the sheer weight of rotting deadfall is sufficient to cause spontaneous combustion. When this happens the fire burns for years. The decomposed matter, burning, distributes necessary nutrients over a wide area.This is a very slow process, as is nature in the Amazon river basin. Man, however, comes in with mechanization, cuts down the shade trees, removes the very topsoil, burns the piles, converts the nutrients to runoff, spreads. Oh, what the hell," Mark said, taking the plastic cup from Mike. He was glad he'd stuck to the punch; apparently the bar mixed them pretty stiff. "What's in this stuff, anyway?" Don't know," Mike admitted. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that someone got the bright idea of making the punch out of equal parts of tomato juice and Budweiser, with a little steak.