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Wolf Mountain, Found Gurl By: Melody Anne Layla Pearson hadn't seen home in years, not since that summer day at thirteen when she was taken away to the private school. Or rather when Lyle had been banished because he wasn't what his father expected of his son. They called it a private school, in reality it was a mental hospital where rich parents sent their children when they didn't want to deal with their problems. The Wilder Institute had tried the first year then just gave up after Lyle had continued to go deeper and deeper into his desire to be a pretty girl. They'd run actual medical tests and discovered he had Gynocomastia and an extra 'X' Chromosome. At eighteen they couldn't force him to stay, his father in an attempt to keep him from embarrassing the family gave him a flashy new car and fifty thousand in cash to stay away. Probably the only good thing the Institute had done was change his legal name to Layla, and helped her to get an ID. Now however Layla was determined to go home at least once. She wanted to confront everyone in person, so she was driving across country. She'd been on the road for three days, no real idea where she was. All she knew was that it was getting dark, she was tired, and the mountains just kept getting bigger, the forest denser. She'd already made two wrong turns and had to back track before finding the actual Wolf Mountain Highway that cut through this particular section known locally as the Wolf Mountains. The black wolf came out of nowhere, stopping to look straight at her in the middle of the road as she swerved to miss it. The car slid off the road to roll down into the ravine out of sight, and Layla lay unconscious inside the upside down car. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jake Wolf had grown up in these mountains, only leaving for a short time to serve in the Military, and now he was back after eight long years. He still had most of his enlistment and reenlistment bonuses saved up though. Of course he knew as everyone else who lived here, there was only one acceptable way to leave the mountains and return. The nine family clans who lived up here were close nit, they didn't like outsiders. They lived by their own laws and traditions, and the locals in the towns below left them alone. The only reason the two lane highway existed was because the Council of Clans had permitted it in the very beginning. It was the only route through this range for a hundred miles in either direction. Like so many others returning Jake found it comforting to live alone. He'd seen too many things in the outside world, and now took solace in the ways of the Family he grew up with. They'd begun as Mountain Men, back before even Daniel Boone and Davey Crocket. They'd married into the Indian Tribes, left alone as they never sought to abuse the land or the wild game. As a result their laws and traditions included many Native American customs. Jake had been outside on the porch of his simple one room cabin when he heard the accident. He knew from the sounds that it had only been one car. But why had he been able to hear it? The highway was a good three miles further down. Of course he also knew that the wind and weather played a part in the carrying of sound. He took off at a comfortable pace headed down the nearby draw that had carried the sounds to him, curious as to what he might find. In the dim light from the moon he finally spotted the skid marks, another two minutes and he'd found the car, well hidden from passersby. If this was someone from one of the towns the authorities would come looking. He needed to make sure that whoever it was got found by them quickly. Looking inside he saw the pretty, young girl. Bumps and bruises, a cut on her forehead, but she was alive, just out cold. Not even thinking, his military training took over as he quickly checked for broken bones, or other serious injuries. She was out cold still as he pulled her from the wreckage. Looking around in the car he saw the boxes and bags that had kept the roof from caving in completely. This girl wasn't local, not with the car packed like this. Forty feet away the timber wolf stood at the edge of the road watching. 'I'll just take her to the cabin until morning,' he told himself. The wolf dipped his head as if in approval of his decision. He fished around in the car and found her purse, he'd need that to get her ID. It took him nearly two hours to carry her to the cabin where he lay her on the single bed. Then he began to clean away the blood and dirt from her face with a damp cloth. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The feel of the cool damp cloth on her forehead brought her around as her eyes opened with a start. "Shhh, easy there girl. You ran off the road and hit your head pretty good," said the stranger poised over her as she began to struggle. "Lay back there and rest. My name is Jake, I found you and brought you here." "J, Jake?" she was confused at first. Then she remembered the wolf in the road. "Did, did I miss the wolf? Please tell me I didn't hit it with my car." she raised her hand to her head, it was throbbing. "Apparently, there wasn't one on the highway when I found you. Can you tell me your name?" asked Jake. "It's Lay, Layla something," she continued to rub her head. Now he handed her purse to her. "I brought this with you, maybe you have a license?" he prompted. Opening it she found her wallet and looked at the driver's license before handing it to him. Pearson, Layla, her birthdate fixed her age at 18, 5'4", 120#, brown hair, blue eyes, single, but what was that in the box where it should just say Female? It read Female/T. There was another little card with it. 'The bearer of this ID is Transgendered and has been legally identified as Female. If detained, hospitalized or incarcerated she should be treated as a Female.' There was a list of notification numbers and legal statutes. 'Holy shit,' he breathed to himself. He knew what the Clans would say. By their traditions she was a Blessed Spirit. Welcome to come and go as she pleased. But more importantly, she would have the Clans Protections. How long had it been since a Blessed One had been among the Clans? He couldn't remember. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Wolf Clan Mother's house near the summit; Mother Debra heard the usual weekend party come to a sudden stop outside. As she stepped out onto her porch she spotted the old wolf at the foot of the steps. Now he dropped his head to nose at something laying on the ground. He dipped his head then turned and loped off through the gathering into the woods. "Denny, bring it to me," she demanded. A young boy picked up the item carrying it up the steps to her. Carefully she opened the large envelop extracting the papers. "Who can read?" she asked before Margaret came forward. "These are court documents, Clan Mother. They say that this person is Transgendered and legally a female." She skimmed the next, "This states that she is in no way to attempt to contact or attempt to gain anything from her family." The last page was an amended Birth Certificate. "Mica, get the brothers together, go find her now. She'll be along the road," commanded Debra. "Send runners to the other Clans, we have a Blessed One out there somewhere," she added as the clouds over head broke and it began to rain. As daylight broke the searchers began to return. 'No there was no sign of anyone along the road.' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jake continued to look after Layla, letting her sleep in his bed as he began to wonder what he should do. Every time he mentioned taking her to town, she'd looked frightened and asked if she could stay a day or two to try and remember where she had been going and why. He paid no attention to the sounds of the ATVs as they cruised along the roadway. If it was important, someone would notify him or they would ring the gathering gong. Jake retrieved more of her things from the wreck the next day. Returning he smelled the stew pot as it simmered over the fire. "I hope you don't mind, I got hungry," she apologized as she pulled her blouse back on in embarrassment. He saw the empty cans and realized she'd only opened enough for the two of them. "Thank you," he said. "I brought you some more of your things." He set the two bags down. "Jake, what if I don't want to go back? What if I remember and I was running away from something?" she finally asked. "What do you mean?" "What if I did something horrible? What if that's why I was," she had a sudden flash of memory, a man yelling at her that she was dead to him. That she wasn't welcome at home. "Layla," he saw the tears and was there in an instant, holding her gently. She wasn't the first Transgender he'd known. And the other one had certainly grabbed his heart almost as hard as this one. But that hadn't been meant to be. Roberta Choi could never have fit in here, let alone survived without modern conveniences. On the other hand, Layla had already proven she could cook over a fireplace. And there was something in the modern world that she was terrified of. "No one wants me there," she finally said as she tightened her arms around his neck. It sounded like whimpers as she tried to stifle her sobs, her tears soaking into the shoulder of his t-shirt. "You can stay here as long as you need to. As long as you want to," he assured her gently. "I'll take care of you. I'll cook and clean. I'll, I'll give myself to you every night if you will teach me how," she said. She wasn't a virgin, but she'd never had any positive experiences either. In the 'Mental Rehab Center' she'd learned about oral sex, she'd even discovered that by giving the Orderlies what they wanted she could get special privileges. Of course none of them had been gentle, or caring about her feelings. And she'd always felt used and degraded afterwards. She'd had enough of others wanting to play with her clitty cock too. But that never felt right, she was a girl not a boy. Jake sat watching her, feeling that he already knew some of her apprehensions. He'd certainly learned a good deal from Roberta in the time they were together before he came back home. He could see it in Layla's eyes, hear it in her voice, her mannerisms, she was a Girly Girl, not a Girly Boy. The term Shemale, Transsexual and Sissy didn't really fit her either. Then he remembered what Roberta had called herself, a Bottom Girl. She preferred to always be treated as a Girl in everything. While she enjoyed having her girl cock played with, she never let him suck on it and she would never consider using it as a cock. He saw the same qualities in Layla, except Layla had no desire to be around other people the way Roberta had. She didn't miss Television or radio, cell phones and video games. She paid close attention as he skinned the wild game for dinner. And he'd even seen her trying her hand at scraping the hides after he stretched them. They'd been living here together now for almost a week, he'd been fighting his urges to just take her to bed. He wanted it to be her decision because she wanted to, not because she felt she needed to. He'd spent the last two day's building a proper outhouse for her privacy. And she'd thanked him. He was sitting on the porch watching the moon rise through the trees when she came out wearing a halter top and a too short denim skirt. Bare footed she stepped over to the handmade cedar chair and straddled his lap. Then he heard the thump as she set the little crock of cooking grease down beside them on the table. As his hands circled her waist she pulled open her halter, her lower lip pouting out. "Please, don't you want me?" he could see the glistening of tears beginning to well up. He slid his hands up her back pulling her forward, one hand going behind her head as he drew her nearer. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you laying in the car, but I wanted it to be your choice. I needed you to be ready," he said. "I, I know about making myself ready. That's why I spent so long in the outhouse," she admitted as their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. Her fingers found his belt, and it wasn't long before they were wrapped around his stiff cock. Layla couldn't understand it, she knew what she wanted now, and she'd never wanted to feel a hard cock inside of her as much as she wanted Jake's. His hands slid downward lifting the back of her skirt, spreading out to cover her naked ass. "Yess, yess, I want it," she panted into his ear. She felt his finger caress over her tiny opening, soft and gentle, coated in cooking grease. Gently he rubbed and wiggled it in a bit. In and out, slow and gentle. She closed her eyes, trying to push back onto it. One hand reaching for the crock, scooping out some grease. Coating his throbbing hot cock. She'd already worked a good amount up inside before coming out here, determined to fuck him one way or another. If he wouldn't do it, she'd told herself, she would just leave in the morning. Now she raised up on her knees, moving forward. Her free hand now guiding him towards her gurlypussy. His hands circling her waist now. Oh god he was bigger than anyone else she'd ever been fucked by before. She closed her eyes biting her lip as she pushed herself downward onto it, feeling the head spreading her open. She almost stopped in panic, but then pushed down harder feeling it slide past the tight ring of her anus, just before his hands tightened around her waist stopping her. Slowly they wrapped around her holding her tight. "Slow and easy baby, I don't want you getting hurt," he breathed into her ear as he petted her, nibbling at her neck, down to her breasts. Suckling on her perky, stiffened nipples. As his arms loosened their hold, she realized she was all the way down, and oh how glorious it felt, his cock throbbing inside of her. His hand behind her head he guided her until their foreheads were pressed together. "W, why did you make me wait so long?" she finally asked as she began to move a little at a time. "Because I didn't want to lose you. Because if you weren't ready, it would have hurt you. Because I want you to stay here forever with me," he answered. She was now riding him freely, enjoying the sensations as he slid in and out of her. He pulled her to him his mouth finding her breasts, nibbling and teasing until finally she squirted her cream out between them, her tight ring of muscles clamping down milking him in her orgasm until he too began to cum. great jets blasting deep inside of her as they held each other tight. When they finally caught their breaths again he said, "I know that you see yourself the same way I see you, as the beautiful young woman that you are. And I want to teach you how a man makes love to a beautiful woman. Will you stay with me, become my wife?" "Jake, I, yes Jake but what if you want children? I can never give you children Jake." Now he pulled her back into a hug. "There are lots of children out there already who need a wonderful mother like you will be. Besides I think you need to get to know the rest of my Family Clan before you begin to worry about children." "Your Family, Jake? You want them to know about me?" she asked all frightened again. "Trust me, you have nothing to worry about from my family," he assured her with a grin just before he noticed the lantern being carried towards the front porch. "Jake, who's that with you?" asked his younger cousin Brody Wolf. "Brody, come meet Layla, she's going to be my wife." "Mother Debra has all the clans looking for a Blessed Spirit by the name of Layla," Brody informed him. "The Alpha Wolf brought her an envelope that had blood on it last week." "Go tell her that we'll be there shortly. I still need to," "Jacob Wolf," rang out Mother Debra's voice from behind Brody. "Yes Mother Debra," he answered. "Might we come up on your porch? Brody you and the others go on back. Tell Margaret to begin preparing the welcome feast." She stepped past him into the light, a trio of Timber Wolves flanking her. When he started to get up she said, "Perhaps, I should let you get decent first." She paused at the foot of the steps until they were both standing. "Welcome Mother," said Jake. He whispered into Layla's ear. "Welcome Mother," she finally echoed. "Thank you children," she smiled as she ascended the steps. "Jacob, I was wondering why you missed Cousin Ethan's Birthday Party." Now at his blank look she chuckled, "You were distracted, it's understandable. But why have you delayed in bringing her to meet me? Or did you think she would be afraid of us?" "I didn't want her to be seen as an 'outsider' Mother. I was slowly explaining our ways to her." "Jacob, you know that no Blessed Spirit has ever been cast as an outsider before," she looked at him sternly. "My biggest concern was that she was wandering lost and injured. Then when no one could find a wreck we almost decided that it might have been lost from a passing car." She took hold of Layla's hand, "We didn't want Outsiders traipsing through our mountains looking for you. But if you wished to go home." "I, I am home. Here with Jake. He wants me, he's the only one who has ever wanted me. He found me after I ran off the road to avoid hitting the Wolf." Layla was clinging to Jake now, her tears rolling down her cheeks. "But what of your people? Won't they be looking for you?" asked Debra, already knowing the answer. "They threw me away, like I was some kind of, of, freak or something," she was squalling now, shaking in Jakes arms. Reaching forward now Mother Debra caressed down her back. "You are home now child. And in the Wolf Clan, I will be your Mother. And if anyone should try to harm you or take you away, they will face the wrath of the Wolf Mountain Clans." "I, I can really stay here with Jake?" she was wiping her eyes now. "Yes and tomorrow, at noon you will come before the gathered Clans and be recognized as a Daughter of the Wolf Clan." They were interrupted by the sound of a gong ringing through the mountains, answered by another and then another, and another until the other eight clans had answered the call. "What is that?" asked Layla. "Our version of a telephone," answered Jake. "By the sound and rhythm, the other clans know if they are to gather, send help, or expect a runner." "That was the signal to begin gathering for your feast at daylight," explained Mother Debra. "Jacob, you might want to warn her about the Spring Water," she grinned as she said goodnight. The three wolves, two flanking her the third leading the way toward the path going up the mountain. Jake picked her up and carried her giggling to the outhouse. "Thank you," she giggled again. "I probably wouldn't have made it here if I had to run." When she was finished he carried her to the porch because she was barefoot. But he followed her into the house, picking up the cooking grease on the way. This time she wasn't so shy in expressing what she wanted as he guided her to the bed. Reaching out she took hold of him, her fingers wrapping around it, guiding it to her hungry lips as she knelt in the dark. Still she took her time, letting herself enjoy the sensations, the taste, and the thrill of sucking her man's cock. His fingers laced through her long brown hair as she bobbed her head. The head of his cock hitting the gag point making her just want more. She was hungry for cum, his cum. she worshiped his beautiful cock with her mouth as it bent finally into her throat, her spit drooling out running down her chin as she gagged taking him deeper and deeper until she felt it growing harder. Quickly she backed off to the head sucking harder until it began to spew huge jets of hot musty seed splashing her tongue, hitting the back of her throat as she tried to swallow it all. Still he continued to cum and it slipped out, splashing across her face before she had it back between her lips. As it began to grow soft he stepped out of his jeans before sinking to his own knees. Then he did something no one else had ever done before, he kissed her cum slick lips. His tongue darting into her mouth igniting more passion within her. As the kiss finally broke he guided her in turning around to lay across the edge of the bed. His hands pushing her skirt up out of the way. She braced herself to be taken from behind, only to be surprised as his hot breath tickled her ass moments before his lips kissed her tiny pucker. This was a new experience for her, she'd never had this done before. In just moments as his tongue teased and dipped inside she was panting, moaning with desire. His hand gently stroking her stiff clitty as his tongue drove in ever deeper. Her tears ran down her cheeks as she bit the pillow and began to cum. He leaned forward kissing up her back to the base of her neck. His hard throbbing cock pressed between her cheeks. Oh how she wanted him again. Then he sat up flipping her onto her back, his arms going behind her knees as his cock head twitched pressing forward. Reaching down her fingers guiding it to her spit slicked pucker as he began to slip inside for the second time. Inch by glorious inch as he lowered his lips to hers. Slowly he made love to her. His hungry mouth on her breasts, her neck, her lips. He was being gentle, taking his time as she began to respond, arching her back, thrusting her hips up to meet his inward strokes. Her tears rolling down her cheeks as she began to respond more urgently, she wanted his cum inside her again. And he didn't disappoint her as he began to thrust harder, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust until he began to cum. He wrapped his arms around her tight, holding onto her, softly kissing her face as the moon light broke through the window. Still holding her he asked, "Did I hurt you Layla?" "No, you didn't hurt me," she answered. "Why are you crying?" he kissed her tears. "B, because I love you. Because, because you look at my face when you fuck my ass, like, like I was a real girl." She answered. "You are real girl. You are my real girl." He helped her to turn on the bed as he stretched out along side of her cuddling her close. "No one else ever wanted to look at me when they," his lips covered hers. They lay there together, his arms around her as they drifted off to sleep. Jake almost panicked when he woke up alone in the bed. Then he smelled the coffee, heard her sore groan. "Layla?" he asked. "Are you alright?" "Yes Jake, I'm just sore from last night," she giggled as she came back to sit on the bed. They ate breakfast together, and he told her about the feast, what she could expect. As they bathed in the stream, she finally got to see his cock in the daylight. She was still a bit shy about letting him see her totally naked, but he was helping her get over that. He'd been right about her moving around, it was helping to ease the soreness she felt. She found one of his flannel shirts, and a pair of her jeans to wear. "Jake, did you find my boots when you were bringing things from the car?" she finally asked. "They were in the trunk." "Come on, let's go get them before we go to the feast," he said. She'd seen the tarp covered mound beside the house, but had thought it was just more fire wood. Now she saw that it was a four wheel ATV. The trip down the mountain to the highway was exciting. Then they were on the highway for about half a mile before he pulled off to the side. Gone were the light skid marks, washed away by the rain. Still she followed him to the wreckage. She looked up to see that the road was invisible from here. It was a wonder he'd found her at all, she thought. He was trying to reach the keys in the ignition when she giggled and pushed the trunk button just inside the door. It thumped open. Her last two bags falling out. He carried them up the hillside to the waiting ATV and she opened the one with her boots. Knee high leather with a three inch heel. Then she spotted something she'd forgotten all about. The envelope with nearly twenty grand in cash, her emergency traveling money in case she didn't have access to a card machine. She folded the envelope and stuffed it in his back pocket. "What's that?" he asked. "All my cash. We can get a few more things for the cabin," she giggled. "Only if you want them," he answered. "It's your money." "Our money," she corrected him. "In that case, we'll get you your own ATV," he said. "Will you teach me to drive it?" He got her in front of him as he coached her through the beginning stages, pleased to see how quickly she got the hang of it. At the cabin they carried in her last two bags, then he motioned for her to come into the kitchen area. He showed her the loose board in the floor. Then when he lifted it out he added her money to what he already had hidden away. She blushed and then added the ID and debit cards from her wallet. They were getting ready to head up the mountain when she grabbed two plastic gallon jugs and began filling them with fresh water from the spring. "What are those for?" he asked. "Mother said to warn me about the Spring Water, I figured we'd bring our own if it was bad," she explained. He laughed and went into the cabin, coming out with a pint sized Mason jar. "This is the Spring Water that Mother was talking about." He unscrewed the lid. "Go ahead take a taste, but just a sip for now." Her eyes watered as her tongue became warm, then having heard stories about Moonshine, she braced herself for the burn as she swallowed. Sure it tingled a bit, but it hadn't burned. The pit of her tummy began to grow warm. "That's been cut five to one," he told her. "But it's still stronger than anything you've ever drank before, so be careful." She could already feel the light headed effects. "Jake, I've never drank before," she admitted. "This is called Wolf Mountain Spring Water. The locals would give you about a hundred a gallon even after it was cut ten to one. But we never sell it, ever. That's what keeps the ATF off our backs." He grabbed an empty jar and poured about a fourth into it then filled the rest with water. "This is yours for tonight, but please go slow, alright?" "I promise Jake." Again he let her drive, teaching her the way to find the trails they needed to reach the Clan Mothers house. Showing her the signs marked on the trees. She was welcomed by everyone, but noticed a few of the younger women and older girls who seemed jealous of her. Already there was singing and dancing, people playing homemade instruments. Arm wrestling and knife throwing, card games and Horse Shoes. She was amazed at everything. These people were so rich in what they already had, they didn't seek to gain more. The sound of a staff thumping on the big porch finally stopped the merriment. Everyone was turned toward the Clan Mother. "We gathered here today to welcome Layla Pearson into the Wolf Clan." "Layla, come child." As Jake held her hand she climbed the steps. "Layla is betrothed to Jacob Wolf. He has returned to us and found a Blessed Spirit to become his bride. Please everyone, remember that she is still eagerly learning our ways. Do not seek to get her drunk on Spring Water." "Layla," she touched the jar in her hand. "When this jar is empty, I think you should let Jake take you home." Everyone returned to their partying and Layla asked, "What do I do now?" "Bree will be your guide to introduce you to the elders of the other Clans. Jacob, we will bring her to you when she has been introduced to the rest of the Elders." "Yes Mother," he backed down the stairs keeping an eye on her as she was led to the other Elders. He wasn't worried, he just missed being near her already. It was barely ten minutes later that things got sticky. "Jake, I've missed you," said Carmen. She was trying to hug him, her hand seeking his crotch. "You've known where I live Carmen. But now I am engaged, and I won't cheat with anyone," he told her. "Not even with the two of us," added her sister Carin as the two pressed up against him on each side. "We can rock your world so much better than a lowlander," said Carmen as she groped his cock. Carin had her halter top open rubbing her bare breast against his chest as he tried to push the pair away. Suddenly they both yelped in pain as they were dragged away from him by their hair. "Mine, not yours," Layla let go as she spun to face them. "Geez, lighten up. We were just teasing you to show you," began Carmen. "I wasn't amused bitch." Jake wrapped his arms around her holding her tight as she began to calm down, her body shaking with the Moonshine driven adrenaline rush. He kissed the back of her neck, "That's why I warned you about the Spring Water. It's tradition for unwed girls to test your resolve." "Th that was a test?" "They knew you were watching." He kissed her nose, "You passed by the way." "Jake?" "Layla, these are my much younger sisters, Carmen and Carin." "Oh god I'm sorry I yanked your hair," Layla started apologizing. "Don't apologize. I'd have done worse if I was in your shoes," Carin told her. "You definitely belong here, Sister," Carmen gripped her hand. These were two of Jakes blood sisters, and they wanted to visit and to help her learn the ways of the Clans. Would she soon meet his parents? They danced and ate and danced some more. The men taking turns dancing with Layla as the women danced with Jake. And then one grizzled old man took her hand but didn't lead her to the dance ring. "Mona, isn't Layla lovely?" he asked as an older woman stood holding her at arm's length. Then, she sachet around her as if she was sizing up a spring heifer. "Pretty enough, strong enough too. But I think she looks a bit naked," Mona finally announced. "Here it is love." The decorative belt he'd been wearing over his shoulder was suddenly in her hands. A handmade knife already standing out in the sheath. She quickly buckled it around Layla's hips, adjusting the way it hung. Then to her surprise she kissed Layla's forehead. "Welcome to the family Layla, you are my daughter now." She felt her tears as they trickled slowly down her cheeks. "Mom, you're overwhelming her, besides it's getting late," said Jake as he lifted the Mason jar. There was still what she'd recently learned was called a 'corner' left. Not even enough for a real swallow. "Son are you able to drive?" asked his Mother. "No but Layla can drive still," he grinned as they walked toward his ATV. For the first time in her life Layla felt like she truly belonged somewhere. She'd taken a big gulp of pure water from one of the jugs on the ATV, but now as she and Jake stumbled up the porch she realized it had only added to her inebriation. She and Jake fell into bed, both too drunk and tired to do more than snuggle before falling asleep. When they finally woke up they discovered that others had been there while they slept. She found a cooking plate for the fireplace. Two more good knives, and some silverware among the gifts that had been left. Her head hurt and she just wanted a drink of water. But Jake said, "Trust me, this will do you better." He was mixing up a glass of powdered milk. "Oh god no Jake, I hate that stuff." She hadn't even known he had any. But for the last five years all she'd had was powdered milk. "In that case go fetch me that little pail floating in the spring barrel." They had a barrel with a PVC pipe running to it from the spring to keep the water fresh and cold. The over flow ran off and into a little trench going to a small garden. Lifting the pail out she opened the lid to discover fresh whole milk. "Welcome to your first hangover," grinned Jake. She was sipping her milk, her stomach slowly settling down, her own headache was beginning to go away. "Jake some of those people were drinking it straight," she pointed out. "No, straight is what we call half and half. Trust me, you don't ever want to drink it straight, it'll make you blind, crazy, or just plain stupid." "Did you ever drink it straight?" she asked. "Yeah, I went stupid for a while," he answered. "I can't believe that Jake. How did you go stupid?" she asked. "I left the mountain and joined the Army," he seemed in deep thought for a moment. "Then I got smart and came back here to wait for you." His stash of money wasn't the only thing in the hidden strong box. She'd seen the medals, a Bronze Star, two Purple Hearts and a Silver Cross. And there were pictures of him with another girl. But she wasn't sure she wanted to know about her, she looked oriental and she'd heard stories about all the exotic things oriental women could do. They spent most of the day just doing small things around the cabin as they recuperated.