I was lightly sleeping when Jenn woke me, I was puzzled at the note, security? A place like this needs security? We gently kissed and went our separate ways. I slowly walked in the direction that Jenn had told me, it wasn't long before I came across a ramshackle hut with 'SECURITY' scrawled on the door, it was then I remembered what Rafe had said about the 'weapons' in this place. This place, the retreat, was otherwise known as a 'cult,' a more friendlier name that I like from the far east is a 'kibbutzim' it's where people go for freedom; to learn about life, people work and help each other, but here in America, people get upset at these places, their kids run away from home to be here; to experience the sort of freedom they never have at home.<br/><br/>My thoughts were interrupted by a man mountain, a huge man; shaven head, usual crap for security, suppose to make them look hard, "Max," he said or more like bellowed, he advanced towards me with his hot, sweaty hand outstretched in a friendly sort of way, "Max," he repeated, "I'm John Vallance, welcome to security," he pointed to the hut, "This is our hut," I smiled,<span style="font-style: italic">'well that's obvious'</span>I thought, there was something about this guy I didn't like, "welcome aboard" he said as I took his hand, I wondered if it was clean; where it had been to make it all hot and sweaty; oh well what done is done.<br/><br/>I looked John up and down, man, he was fat, one good punch and he would be down, most probably cause an earthquake as he hit the ground, and in a fire fight? I bet he would run a mile to get away or bounce anyway. Then there was this little niggling sensation I was having, it was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I didn't like this guy, he was loud; he stunk, in general he was one hell of a obnoxious man. John went on to introduce me to several other guys; their names just flying over my head, oh well I guess I will remember them in time, it looks like I am here for quite some time as I made a promise to myself, and to Jenn, that I wasn't going anywhere without her again; no matter what happens, I wondered,<span style="font-style: italic">'was this love'</span>