Nobody ever gave me flowers before. What do I dowith them?" Well, you could smell 'em." My little sister smirked. "That's whatchausually do with flowe...s."I held them up to my nose and sniffed at the light, sweet scent. "Hmmm... they do smell nice." You could also give 'em to your girlfriend." Her smirk turned into alopsided grin."What girlfriend?" Even as I asked, I had a sneaking feeling I knew whoshe was talking about."You know." She held a hand to her mouth and stood on her toes to whisperin. “So, in the parable of the Good Samaritan, Jesus is being tested by the lawyers who are trying to trap him into saying something that is against their scripture and tradition. But Jesus turns the question back on the lawyer. He tells him the story and then asks the lawyer to answer the question of who the neighbor was. The lawyer was trapped and had to say that it wasn’t the priest or the holy man, but the scum of the earth. It’s one of the great parables that Jesus used to include everyone in. The nameless river was fast, deep and cold. Fortunately, the more buoyant the Yaru made themselves, the more insulated from the cold they were. We had one small waterfall, fifteen feet or so, and we dealt with it by simply lowering the pads first and then jumping in after them. It took us only ninety minutes to cover the twenty miles downstream to the beacon.As the first team in, we wound up eating evening mess by ourselves in the mess hall. We saw Force Leader Gomen and his Quads marching up. "I'm so, so sorry."Brian smiled or maybe Kelly smiled. Well, maybe they both smiled. "It'sokay. I may be high but I'm not crazy. I feel good but not the kind ofdrunk good, just content, happy, satisfied. If I didn't know better, I'ddescribe it as orgasmic good. But, since I'm a girl today, I have no ideawhat girl orgasmic feels like."MIndy laughed. "Okay. I'm so sorry for dosing you and I promise to makeit up to you with an orgasm or two later on. But, unless you'd rather gohome, do.