"Alice went right into another story about her days as an honest to goodness flower child back in the 1960's. She rode cross-country with six others f...rom her parent's home in Connecticut to a commune in San Francisco where she lived a semi-nomadic existence for the next few years. It was there that she met Iron Mike one day when the group's Volkswagen bus broke down. The trucker had offered to give one of them a lift to the nearest phone so they could call for a tow truck.Despite his being at. They had their own problems to deal than to involve themselves in issues they had no stake in. But, if there were those who were generous enough to help them out in their desire for independence, they might be worth listening to.Regardless, the trio was directed to the sheriff’s office, which they found in short order. It was a simple, single story building that sat apart from any other structure. A rampart-like fence surrounded the building, which was electrified, to keep any unwanted guests. It really was not interested in us, since it had a dead animal it was working on eating when we came into view. It roared at us, and we were not too proud to detour around it while it ate. I don't know what it was, but it looked a little like a miniature T. Rex. It had a bright coat of red feathers on its head and neck, and light brown, almost tan, on the rest of its body. Beautiful, but deadly!I didn't argue with Jean as she picked up the pace a little bit to get us well away from the red. It was only 4:30 pm, the weekend would start early. He entered his house on tiptoes. Since July, the life of the couple of 32 years had taken a turn for the better and each day coming home could hold a surprise that he did not want to ruin. Bruno got closer to the large master bedroom but did not enter. He stayed away from the door and simply listened before catching a glimpse of what was going on. The low humming sound was a giveaway. Julie was taking advantage of a moment of privacy to let.