“Hi,” said Tyche. “Where is your boat? Do you all have one? We could have a class. How many do you have?”They discombobulated. “Hi Tyche Sel...ne. Surprise built seven boats for us.”The discussion started.Of course, it was more like a political debate ... everybody shouting all at once. Many different greetings for Tyche and depositions as to where each of them had their boat. Discussions about weight rules, sail area and windsurfer sails. The Powers that Be were claiming that Tyche would have an. As I pulled in, I noticed a guy, not to far away, who seemed to be looking at my truck, wondering if I was his guy. I asked if he was Randy, and he said he was. We shook hands and told him we could go to my place, if he was comfortable? He answered that he was and we drove to my house, for our "Date". I offered him a beer, and we chatted about nothing I can remember, but eventually we started talking about getting this thing going. Without hesitation, he unzipped, pulled his pants down. ’He curled his finger around Jun’s chin, lifting it upwards. His hands were lifeless, his touch leaving pinpricks on Jun’s skin, his blood vessels constricting so tightly.Jun stared into the man’s eyes. Icy prisms, incandescent with light dancing in the shadows.The man laughed.‘Both of us will enjoy this next bit.’A petite Asian woman slinked out of the shadows, naked as the day she was born. Jun gulped. His eyes trailed up her smooth alabaster legs, following the little glossy rivulets snaking. “My school report arrived and my father said I had forged it.”“But you were doing really well. Weren’t you top of your class?” Col asked. I nodded.“Did your father hit you?” Frau Schmidt asked, softly.I nodded. “I told him I despised him and hated him,” I felt Frau Schmidt blanch at my vehemence, “and then he knocked me across the kitchen.”Col wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. Looking at Frau Schmidt, I saw something different in her face, something I did not expect.