The woman was still screaming when I got there, but not in any danger. She waved a pudgy finger at this bedraggled mess of a dog-poodle, or something ...esembling that. It was out in the lake, clinging to the end of a half submerged log. The woman was frantic. The mutt had chased the duck out along the log, but had no idea on how to get back. Animals do that when they see prey, their little brains shut down, blood lust takes over, and off they go. I tried to imagine what would happen if it. ‘What kind of man…’ I thought out loud, ‘lets a beautiful woman like her alone for weeks at a time?’ I sat there, speculating what Fran would look like without the snug T-shirt and jeans. Her breasts were big, but were nicely shaped and looked firm. As she’d moved around the kitchen serving lunch I hadn’t seen the outline of a bra. I got up and began to pace. Randiness was interfering with my ability to write. This was exactly what I’d come up to the mountains to get away from. Finally I walked. We gave him about 30 minutes to "snap out of it" and tried talking to him again. He was still unresponsive. Sara called her cousin Becca to see what we should do. Becca came out to the Sorority house to see Barry and she tried to talk to him. Barry would just stare with a blank look on his face. Becca said Barry needed to go to the hospital, so we took him to the E.R. Once there, they wondered why he was dressed as a French Maid. We told the hospital staff that he loved being a French. “Lemme see that.”Carson pulled his hand off his eye and felt a callused, muscular thumb brush against his cheek.“What was that?” Carson asked, his vision blurry.“I’m sorry,” Mr. Armisen laughed. “I think it was a button.”Carson looked down. A button had popped off his shirt, and now he could see a tuft of curly black chest hair peeking through the hole.Carson laughed. “Be careful where you point those things!”He froze. Did he just say that out loud?But the giant just laughed--smokey and sexy.“I.