Much to her surprise, his woodsy and spicy scent seemed to calm her nerves and she relaxed. After a while Lyle softly said, “Thank you.” “The pleasure is mine,” he replied smugly. But truly the pleasure was his. The girl was like a delicate flower in this jungle and he felt better with her on him than her on the ground. The ground was full of perils he didn’t want to imagine. It was an unruly terrain. What if a jewel caterpillar or an assassin ant bit her? Once they cleared the ground with tall grass, he continued to walk with her on his back for the next half an hour, because she had fallen asleep. When she stirred awake, she said, “Oh! Sorry I slept. You can put me down.” “Are you sure?” he asked, hoping that she would like to stay in that pos
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