He told Paul stories of the Jaguar Shaman, and how he had spent 25 years digging to find his remains, and finding only the one small sphere for his tr...ubles. Paul’s focus returned to the dig.The broad hole in his forehead gave an indication as to how the Shaman had met his end. Most likely it was the projectile fired from a Spanish harquebus, a heavy precursor firearm that made the natives think they were the source of all thunder. The Jaguar was a short man in his lfe, no taller than five. She managed somewhat. And there were moments--several accumulated over the years--where closeness couldn't be denied. But I knew my parents had a hard time enjoying each other. Many times in their presence I could cut the tension with a butter knife and my sisters and I walked gingerly in their presence so as not to stir the air and create any irritation to set them off on each other. His statement hurt, but within the pain I understood the destiny, the inevitability, the benefit to both of. I handed him the M79 and raised the scope of the Remington to my eye. As I had expected from the sounds, the troops outside had moved to the edge of the jungle because they felt safe in the night. The ones on the front side had not done that because I kept them pushed back.I took aim with the heavy Remington and Killed two of them. I didn't even tell Jerrod that I had killed anyone, he knew. "Wanna have some fun?" I asked quietly after the deafening report of the Remington."Sure," he. And of course we immediately broke into uncontrollable laughter. After all, we were two naked kids, and we were treating taking a shower together like some big formal occasion. Sarah recovered first, and turned the water on. I had never realized how narrow the cone of water in a shower is, and how close two people have to stand to be under it at the same time. From standing that close, its only a short leap to kissing, and suddenly we were, and the wonderful warm water was surrounding us as.