"There is such a place but it isn't small. It belonged to Charles Christopher, but he died two years ago and his wife moved back east to be with her f...mily there."The property includes three hundred acres, a three story house, two large barns and several other outbuildings. It is a fairly expensive proposition though. I think it's well worth the asking price, especially since the deed is all in order, but it is expensive," he said."Is there someone nearby that can let me see the place, or do I. They occur once in time, surprising us sometimes, but always making a mockery of our expectations. In memory they are recurring, timeless, with vague borders and an always jumbled, inexact sequence. In the aftermath all one can say is that they occurred, and defiant memory recalls only the pieces, never their source or their reason.In the yellow-white sun Martha and Ronnie slipped into their swimsuits and I pulled on my shorts. We strolled through a small forest to a nearby village. We drank. I got it! She thought I would be too rough with her. She was nervous because she thought I fucked like my uncle."I'm not Jake," I assured.Laura let out an unexpected laugh. Like a mom instructing a child, she spouted, "You satisfied Jessica. Don't tell me you're not rough." That's how Jessica plays," I protested. Laura should know that better than I do."You had Lauren screaming out and Ashley practically woke up the whole camp." It was only the closest tents," I protested."You still want to say. On my first actual day of work Wendy and I spent an hour or so with Nancy talking about my duties, the hours of work, my schedule and things like that. The job seemed to entail spending a lot of time helping the elderly residents getting dressing, bathing and helping them down to and back from the facilities dining room. God this job was going to be a piece of cake ... then Wendy and I were given out assignments for the day. Our first resident was Mrs. Arlene Wilson, a widow who lived in Room.