“So Peter, what do you think of the Jordan River?”Getting the hint from David’s voice he laughed, “I guess Pete Seeger never visited the Jorda... River,” he said referring to the lyrics of his version of the old African American spiritual song, made popular by the Highwaymen in the early sixties.‘The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah,Meet my mother on the other side, hallelujah.’The river was neither; being less than twenty yards wide and approximately four to five feet deep as best. Women gathered together for their own protection, hiding from the men. They built bonds between themselves, learning how to defend themselves from the animals that wanted them, wanted their flesh, their sex, and to implant another just creature of raw, animalistic desire like them inside any woman.Technology died an agonizing demise until there was none left, and no one left with the expertise to fix that which was broken. The cities became jungles. Women fled to the safety of seclusion deep in. "I want to come in here and smile, compliment you on your attire and your hard work! Instead I have to chastise you over small insignificant details repeatedly! Why can't we have a normal day without policy and regulations having to be recited?" he quipped. He knew this was not a normal situation for them, but in a moment of shame analytical thinking shuts down, and he knew her brain was dwelling over the embarrassment of the moment and picking up on the emotional cues of the conversation. But I felt we weregoing to have to talk about it eventually. I desperately wanted to bethe man for Grace. But she didn't seem to think I could be. She hadnot shown one hint of releasing me since our wedding night, the nightI'd performed so pitifully for her.The next day Grace continued to be withdrawn. She was pleasant andnice. And we went through the motions of newlyweds on our honeymoon.But something had changed the previous night. We packed our things onour final night and lay in bed.