When they finally reached the canyon it was raining rather hard and they were unable to stand admiring for long before heading for the canyon’s siza...le overhang behind its picturesque waterfall. They had no sooner made for the shelter than the sky opened and it absolutely down-poured on both, drenching them instantly. They laughed as they looked at each other completely soaked as they sat on a rock in the overhang. Fortunately it was big enough for them to move around in as they figured they’d. I was nearing the end of my rope when I got a flyer in the mail- an ad from a strip club in the city for their headline dancer, ‘Sinnndi!’. It took a minute to see Cindy under the make-up and hairdo, and even longer to see any remaining signs of Carolyn in the amazingly lush, vibrantly sexy woman in the ad. Scrawled on the back was a note- ‘Meet me here, alone, at 9:00pm on Saturday.’ It was signed ‘Johnny’. 8:30 Saturday night and I was finding a seat in the surprisingly pleasant club. A. . this guy says "You know, we're a close knit neighborhood, and we take care of each other around here. We share things... if you know what I mean."Well I thought he was talking about "Hey buddy, I need a rake, you got one I can borrow?" So I say "That's nice, cause every neighborhood should be that way. I definately think sharing is a good thing."So then he goes on to tell me they have these parties sometimes, where everybody gets together and the women sort of show off a little and each one. Or were sent packing. Abercrombie received one generous coil of rope. Night of the reception for Professor Downs’ bestseller buddy, Abercrombie hadn’t gone as a reporter but as an invitee. However, should the guest of honor drop an epigram or two, preferably pithy and vermouth dry, dispense some brilliance, well, pad out and pen scribbling. Downs himself had extended the invitation. Several of Abercrombie’s fellow low-rung strivers attended along with those few less self-absorbed graduates.