You looked at your watch it was 9:30PM, time for dinner was your words that awoke me from the view, we turned round and walked up the old path towards... the cottage and into the warmth of the fire you had started just before we had ventured out onto the beach, I took off my coat and sat in front of the fire to warm my hands and looked up at you, you was busy taking things from in a bag you had brought with you and proceeded to make a dinner fit for a queen. It was gone 11PM when we had finished. Except for a silenced CZ 70 ... I hadn't mentioned that I was taking it, just in case. I may be gullible but I'm smarter than that.I put some wood on the fire, cleared my throat and backed off a couple of feet.The furs wiggled a little, a head stuck out. Her eyes got big ... my eyes got bigger.I knew I should have made one of the girls come instead.Our observer was a girl, with skin the color of heavily creamed coffee and huge black eyes. She came out of the robe like a house afire, displaying. I was too busy looking through the book. I hadn't even reached the halfway point when I found a folded-up piece of yellow notebook paper and opened it up, only to find my own handwriting on it.Good morning beautiful.I remembered writing it, too. I'd written it just before my mom had gotten really sick. She'd already lost a lot of weight. Her skin was pale, her cheeks seemed hollow, and the night before I'd found her crying in front of her mirror because she thought she was, in her words,. ” He had to agree.He did feel comfortable around her and he said. “Will you tell the rest and what the deal is with those chicken heads?”She grinned. “You did real good with the Wurgus and it seems they do prefer the naked truth but if you can don’t call them chicken heads.”“I won’t do that again. I am sorry.”She dialed herself a cup of tea from the Serv-Matic integrated in the small table and said. “Let me begin with the Wurgus. They are a nomadic race because as you seemed to know they did.