”“Oh, of course ... how else ... purely by accident, Mr Keith-from-the-river.”Then in a slightly more serious tone Gemma added, “ ... and I wi...l do everything I can to make sure you get back on that river as soon as you can. I know how much it means to you to complete this holiday challenge of yours. And I will make sure dad takes you into Hamilton tomorrow as early as possible to get what you need to fix your canoe ... with or without a stow-away.”At that point Gemma gave Keith another long. You would do the very same thing, right? Our neighbor, Cheryl, a pretty, blond college student often sunned in her bikini out back by her parent's swimming pool.I know, I know, you wouldn't look, right? You wouldn't take a peek. Sure, and you wouldn't pick up a hundred dollar bill up off the ground, either. Right.I sure did. No, not the hundred dollar bill, Cheryl. In her bikini. Yes, she looked very good. Kind of short, medium-length blond hair, nice figure with, oh, I don't know all the boob. Clarence didn't even feel my blows as we struggled along the side walk. Clarence C. tripped me and we fell over into the bush and down a ravine. Clarence C. landed on me and the wind was knocked out of me as well as my attempts to fight. Clarence C. looked at me as he knelt over me saying 'I'm gonna beat your ass good. You think you can fight me on my street and throw me down a hill.' I protested 'I didn't want to fight you. You attacked me and I hit you back. We fell cause you pushed me down. The crowd finds a focus as the man climbs to the ground, splashing mud on the clothes of the guards and himself with every cold step. The conversation slows as the people turn to watch the show. The groups pass comment on the look of him, the evil, even demonic nature of the man. A few take the opportunity to throw their recently purchased food items at him, and he tries to hide his face from their violence, though it's their gaze that he fears more.The man doesn't seem capable of doing any.