She wondered what made the difference this time. ‘Don’t worry about it, she’ll be fine.’ her mother’s expression was grim. Much to grim for ... simple argument. There was more to the story, but she didnt want to press so she dropped it. She felt as if it wasn’t any of her business. Her mother went upstairs and Katy was alone again. Alone. What a feeling. The ultimate privacy. You can do anything and the only person there to judge you is yourself. Katy finished her food and drank the rest of her. Shari and I both enjoyed swimming in the nude and neither of us had any issues with nudity, although we did not share our viewpoints with family or friends. We always suited up when family or friends would come and visit.I toweled off and grabbed a beer from our outdoor patio refrigerator and lit up a cigar. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice calling out, “Can I share that cigar and a beer with you?”At first, I thought it was Shari, then I realized it was not. It was Marci, Shari's identical. It started as a small leak. The water soaked the dry subsoil and thus it could shift more easily. Slowly the leak became larger until that Saturday morning when the massive pipe let go.Ken Carlson and a group of men were digging at the bottom of the trench. It was ten feet deep, four feet wide, and shored up on both walls with four-by-tens. The first hint of trouble came when one of the men slipped on mud — mud that should not have been there. There had been no rain and the subsoil they had. To compensate for my sexual frustration I had taken up skydiving. There were several good fields in the Northern California area and I had no trouble getting certified and gained lots of experience. To make things more interesting I completed a smoke jumpers course that was held near Reno. My business could run without me so I was almost always available. Each year I would get called several times and we would fly to a remote Western U.S. area to fight fires. We got paid for it but I enjoyed.