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   Nancy looks in the shallow hole she's scraped and sees bright red flecks of blood in her black diarrhea. "Great," she groans to herself. "Old and fresh blood." Using an almost dry leaf she wipes herself and then brushes her hand over her small round ass, white and muscled. "Well, haven't lost all my fat yet," she childes herself. She pulls up her pants and kicks dirt over her leavings. From a pouch on her side she fishes out two charcoal tablets and swallows them with water from her bottle. Then she makes her way back to the camp where her guide, Alfonso, is starting a small fire to boil water. In the jungle night comes early and falls hard and quick. It is already getting dark. 

   "It is not far to the border," he greets her. She nods. They have tea and eat dry bread and some fruit. The jungle is quickly growing opaque and as it does the constant buzz of life becomes incredibly noisy. It has been a long day of hiking up and down steep ravines and she is exhausted. Alfonso sits quite still. 

   "We should get up before dawn and cross the frontier before the patrols," he remarks quietly in Spanish. She agrees and they wrap themselves in thin sleeping bags and soon she can hear his steady breathing. Sleep eludes her, however. She consciously doesn't think of her mission, knowing that if she does she'll be awake all night. She focuses on Abe, but that brings a longing that makes her as wakeful as worries. So she starts remembering all her animal companions--not pets--from her girlhood on. Remembering the darling corgi Boris she had in high school, she falls asleep.