With one mile to go we stopped and arranged ourselves into rows and then rode easily to the finish which was lined with cheering observers, television...crews and volunteers waiting to herd us past the finish line and towards the showers which were located on the grounds of the Crest Hotel an old, two story horseshoe shaped property that sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean. We all gave each other high fives and hugs, took pictures and then split to get our packs and suitcases so that we could. " I asked herwhy not and she said, "Girls and women enjoy looking pretty for theirboyfriends and husbands, or for each other. For some reason, societydoes not accept boys and men wearing makeup, dresses, high heels etc." But girls wear pants and other boy clothes. Why can boys wear makeupand girls clothes?", I asked. All she could do was shrug her shoulders."Well, at least here in your home and with me you can wear anything youwant." She giggled as I continued to admire my red finger and toe. “Why not?” he asked, his North Atlantic drawl acquiringa slightly strangled hint of frustration. “Because it’s rude,” Jenny told him, frimly removing hishand. “Oh, God,” Jason groaned, sitting back and rubbing hisforehead. “What’s the matter?” his date asked. He stared at her inamazement, trying to see if she was joking, but Jenny’spretty face was a picture of blank incomprehension.. Herblue eyes were open wide, and her trembling. Not only did I see various events from their lives, but they saw some of mine. I wasn't sure how I felt about that kind of sharing, but the desire to remain with them was strong.Images and feelings flowed through us faster and harder. I felt like I was accumulating the others lives and losing my own. Faster and faster, images and emotions passed through me, hammered at my psyche and bombarded me. I couldn't take any more and finally shut off the flow. Everything stopped suddenly.For a brief.