The burn was going to be a problem if it kept up very long.Head – Ok, let's take that one slowly...HOLY CRAP!!!!!I've got a head, but it isn't nice....'So, ' I thought. 'How dead am I?'The answer to that question stumped me to the point that I put off opening my eyes and discovering who I was, this time.Besides...The quiet wasn't so silent that I was dead, so you might say that the quiet was loud enough, not to be silent ... or something ... you know ... like that.When I died as Carl, I died so. Agent Hampton was putting some papers into a folder. As she closed it a young man opened the door to the office."Hello, Miss Hampton, er, Agent Hampton, er, Special Agent Hampton. They said you had a file I was supposed to pick up?" Yes, Paul, here you go." Thank you, Miss... uh. How's your sister doing?"A cloud seemed to pass over Rebecca's face. "Paul? Did they tell you to ask me that?" Uh, yes ma'am." Paul, I'm going to give you some advice. Don't ever ask a field agent, or a former field. "Well, we have about forty miles to go, tonight, then. We should make it by morning if we keep the cantering down. I don't want to arrive in the middle of the night."The stallion nodded, careful not to spray any of the oats anywhere. McAllister was not sure if the oats possessed any special property, but he was sure that he would not find any to replace them in this country.Half rain forest and half swamp, seemingly the only difference between the two was the angle of the land one stood upon.. Mmmmm, look at those pecs of his. He keeps turning me on when I see them. I should say something, she tells herself. “Morris when was the last time I told you I think you have got one of the sexiest bodies in this town? Huh, when was it honey?” as her eyes follow a trail from his neck and shoulders, down over his broad chest, and all the way to his waistline. She’s smiling and thinking. “I don’t know. And I don’t care. We’re together. To me that is all that matters,” he says. With that, he.