The grass was kept mowed back by my great uncle and a worn path usually ringed the entire pond. We dropped our stuff off on the table, and s...t about rigging our poles. We kind of split off and started sizing up the likely spots. The farm was an ideal place to be as kids. Being so far out, no other people were around to bother us. There was a warm summer breeze blowing across the fields. The pond itself was kind of in a little dip. Almost easy to miss unless you knew it was. " No, I'm the rude one, Brendan. And I'm truly sorry for the trouble I've put you through." What did she mean by "I've put you through," Brendan wondered?"You are here because of a vision I had thirty years ago. I found myself walking the streets of ancient Egypt, and it was just as real as we're walking now. My head was full of the know-ledge and wisdom of the Ancients; knowledge lost to us, maybe, forever. Then the vision was gone and so was the knowledge except for my realization that we're. Don't want no scraggly ol' guy-pubes showin' when you work our client. So, either you shave off what's left, or I do. And I figure thoseprecious jewels are gonna be a whole lot safer in my hands than yours. Least-ways, I can see what I'm doin' down there, but hey, it's yourchoice. " She watched her friend struggle with this next step.Clearly, he hadn't fully digested that they were going to have to benude or nearly nude in each other's presence; something that brought awhole new level of. "Actually, there were one or two quite intimate moments," he mused, "like when she whispered that I had won Annette over and then touched my arm and told me I was a good man. I'm pretty sure she would have kissed me good-bye if Annette hadn't been there. But I never got the chance to tell her about my relationship with Sharon or what Sharon had foretold. It's not as simple as that anyway. How the hell am I going to be able to tell her about my relationship with Sharon without losing her.