Intellect, of course, is a start. You know, I assume, that I have to do a lot of weight training to put muscle where I can’t deposit fat?”“Yes, ... know.”“Don’t you also do weight training to compensate for neurological problems that you’ve had? Sounds like we share something.”“Sandra, I hadn’t quite thought of it in those terms, but that does make sense. And yes, I get excited by physically strong women -- before we get into things like your almost unreal beauty. Given this household, given that. My stepdaughter stood up, looked over her shoulder, and without a word, pulled the string on her bikini bottom and pulled it off.'Holy fuck.' That's all I could think. I said nothing. All I thought was holy fuck.I sat there in the hot tub staring at her sixteen-year-old body. She had a little pooch of a stomach. Had at least 34C if not bigger boobs. Firm and round. And I sat there, staring at her thighs. Looking between her legs. And staring at a mound of peach fuzz blonde pubic hair between. “That’s the same for all of us,” Tracy said. “The success of an event like this all depends on everyone playing their role properly. Okay, it’s now January, 1895, and we are making our way to the second Australian Constitutional Convention. Let’s have fun!”There were two long blasts from the steam whistle on the locomotive; there was a lurch as the brakes were released and the train slowly pulled away from the platform. I looked out of the window to see the maze of tracks comprising Sydney Yard. His dreams were sometimes more vivid than reality, whether of smoke-filled battle fields or limp, lifeless blondes. This morning in particular the confusion hung over him. He ran a hand across his face as if to clear the cob webs from his brain. Pancakes? His mother had not made pancakes since he was in kindergarten. Eggs, bacon, toast, sure, but not pancakes. Then he remembered. The woman. Jill was her name. The events of the previous day came flooding back like lahar flow after a volcanic.