She must have had some bad experiences with men, and is wary of getting involved again." Vera stood up with some papers in her hand. "But keep pegging...away. If anyone can melt Miss Ice Knickers it's you." She gave me a wink, then knocked on Susannah's office door and entered.I went home wondering, hoping, if Vera could be right.Early one Monday morning, in October 2003, I had a particularly vivid nightmare concerning the Serb teenager I had shot in Bosnia. He stood before me, blood gushing from. That's fucking gross, but come winter, I'm going to need something to keep my ass from freezing to death. He put the lid back on the bucket and resumed sitting on his rock.This rock is going to put calluses on my ass. I don't have a fucking thing to put under me to sit on. Another reason to cure some hides, he thought as he resumed trying to study about his new planet. Then a thought struck him. Crap, I left Robertson's shirt soaking in the stream. I put a rock on it to keep it from washing. I was not happy to hear about Melissa’s misfortune. She was a sweet girl and deserved better. We all did. Needless to say it proved to me that there was nothing to be gained by prolonging my on-line, on-phone relationship with the famous-billionaire-what’s-his-name-no-good-telephone-conquistador. However, he would be a tough habit to break. I could still remain close friends, I assumed, and try to keep things platonic. – ‘Not even a Christmas card, Father?’ I asked the parish priest in the. We talked about her – she’d be 15 in a month and her last name was Harrison - her family and what they’d been doing up here – they were on a round the world trip – and what she wanted to do for a career – be a biologist. I told her briefly what had happened to me and why I was here. Between meals we played some board games and spoiled Maggie. Finally it was time for bed.Since my cabin is just one room, I try to keep things neat but in deference to the occasional visitor, I’d arranged a curtain.