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Chapter 462 of Book 3 is in the queue

November 17, 2017
Posted at 2:29 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."Mind if I do my washing now?" she asked.

He paused with his work to look back at her. "Of course not. That's the reason I put more water on to heat." Suddenly, old habits took over and without thinking, he blurted out, "Hey, can I sniff your panties…" A half second later, it dawned on him that his crude joke might very well not be received as a joke.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled, then very earnestly, "Look, Jasmine, I'm truly sorry. I used to run with trash and that's something we used to say sometimes when we saw a sexy woman. Oh, shit. I just…" and he wound down.

But instead of being furious as he expected, Jasmine giggled. "You've been too long without a woman if you even think things like that."

"I guess my mouth and the people I associated with were two of the biggest reasons that women didn't tend to stay around me that long. But something happened to me in the General's cell when it finally dawned on me what following other people and blindly carrying out Mr. Mazarella's orders had gotten me. Jasmine," he very earnestly said, "I know it's far too late, but I'm not the same man I was." Then with a sigh, "Too bad I didn't figure it out sooner." After a long pause, he finished bitterly, "My mom taught me better. At least she didn't live to see what happened to me because of my stupidity. But I deserve everything the General did to me."

Jasmine didn't know what to say, but found herself going over and hugging him instead...

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Chapter 461 of Book 3 is in the queue

November 10, 2017
Posted at 1:00 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...By then, Jasmine had dug an odd-looking camera out of her bag. After taking shots of the whole area, she knelt near a column and with the camera lens almost against it, began taking a picture or two, moved the camera a short distance around the column and took more pictures. After doing the same general thing to several nearby columns, she returned the camera to her bag and took out another odd-looking instrument before pressing it against one column after another, checking the readings and noting them in a small notebook, much of the time mumbling to herself, "Can't be. My goodness," or other comments and exclamations. As far as Morales could determine, the columns looked quite similar, although some were thicker than others.

Eventually, she put the instrument back in her bag and, using what appeared to be a laser tape measure, began measuring the distance between various columns and recording them in her notebook.

Several times, preoccupied, she would make a loop around a column, and would have to reverse her path to unwind the rope that bound the two together.

Once, frustrated, she turned to him, but before she could speak, he was shaking his head. "It's not going to happen. We stay roped together until I'm certain this place is safe. And… judging from how big it looks, that might be quite a while yet."

"But the rope is a hindrance…" she began, but his shaking head accompanied by the look on his face, stopped her from continuing with her plea.

Morales was having his own problems since he had the master rope to contend with as she moved around, and in addition, each time he looked into the distance, he became even more convinced that the cave might well be dangerous.,,

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Chapter 460 of Book 3 is in the queue

November 3, 2017
Posted at 1:13 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Morales knew she was waiting for him to comment, but he wasn't about to go down that road, so he said, instead, "If you will stand guard for me, I'll fill all our spare buckets with snow so we'll have plenty of water to wash our clothes with in the morning."

"Sure," she said as she donned her quivers and slung her bow over her shoulder before picking up her crossbow.

Since the snow was so dry, when melted, a full bucket of it only produced roughly a fifth of a bucket of water. Rather than opening and closing the door several times and thus losing most of the warmth in the cave, Morales filled all the buckets and set them near the door. Opening it, they quickly moved the filled buckets inside and closed the door against the cold.

Jasmine put her weapons in their place, then helped Morales move the buckets near the fire so the snow would melt by morning. Then it hit her. He trusted me and went outside without his weapons. Since I arrived, he has never so much as walked past the door without being fully armed, whether I was with him or not. But this time, he went at least twenty feet past the entranceway, since he wanted to obtain pristine snow that we could use for drinking water as well as water to wash the dishes, our clothes and also to bathe with, and he did it with only me standing guard, and… the wolves, of course.

She felt her face flush for some reason and had to force herself not to grin. As she readied the percolator and put it on to heat, she risked a glance at him. He has a look, an almost-smirk on his face. He's waiting for me to say something about not bothering to arm himself and trusting me, but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction...

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Chapter 459 of Book 3 is in the queue

October 27, 2017
Posted at 1:37 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...She stared at the food on her plate while wondering at their gruesome topic of conversation just before they ate. "And I'm going to have to put my hands in that… that mess when we work on the hide?"

"If you want to learn how to preserve hides," he replied with a grin.

"Crap," she mumbled under her breath as she sat to begin her meal. I never considered anything like this before I left Earth. I've done some gross things in the field, but putting my hands into a brain/piss mixture has to top them all. And the more I think about having to pee in that bucket, the more the urge preys on my mind. Maybe I can wait to pee until after we eat - maybe.

She did make it through the meal - barely. As soon as the dishes were done, she blurted. "Turn your back, please. I'll do my thing now."

Walking over to the brain/piss bucket, Jasmine wiped the rim off, checked one more time to make sure Morales' back was turned, and before she could change her mind, dropped her pants and squatted over the bucket. The fizzy was loud in the quiet of the cave. I know he can hear me. Crap, if he were half deaf he could probably still hear me, but I swear if he says anything I'll pay his ass back.

Done, she dabbed herself dry with a piece of tissue, tossed it in the fire and yanked her pants up. Her face blazing, she washed her hands before going to stand before him. When he dropped to his knees and spread the hide out, she asked, "What do I do?" as she knelt beside him...

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Chapter 458 of Book 3 is in the queue

October 20, 2017
Posted at 12:47 pm

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."What is it?" Jasmine asked as she realized that Morales was intently watching the wolves.

"Don't know, and with the wind changing direction the way it's doing, they obviously can't locate whatever is bothering them. Just keep alert. If the shit hits the fan, stay behind me."

Jasmine felt a jolt of pure terror when she saw something white and impossibly big cresting the hill spraying snow and moving at a speed that seemed uncanny. Warned by the wolves' uneasiness, Morales had already put everything down and had his crossbow up and ready, which clued Jasmine to do the same. His muttered, "Oh, shit," was followed almost instantly by his launched crossbow bolt...

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