It is heavy, warm. We are so close but still apart. Then he leans closer still. He exhales and I feel his warmth on the nape of my neck … I can’t ...reathe. The air has caught in my throat. Then slowly I inhale. That imperceptible shift is all he needs. I can feel his hands on my waist and his mouth against my neck where seconds ago his breath had been. The bass is louder now. But not loud…heavy. I can feel the vibration through my bones. I can hear nothing but his breath. I feel the strength. Chest heaving I was breathing heavier and heavier acting dramatic. “I think he’s about ready to give you a sample. We should get a container all set to go here,” Lilly told the son. “Could you... ?,” she advised him to get something ready to store a sample in. “My hands are full,” she said a bit anxiously. He immediately reached over on the window sill of the milk house and took up a dirty small coffee can that had some old nails and bolts in it. He retrieved it, banged it upside down a few. " She pointed at Sargewho was now standing on his own, next to a big, black walnut chair. Heseemed to freeze in place, not able to move. He just stood there with asurprised, kind of angry look on his face, while his clothes fell off.No, I mean it, his shirt and pants, even his boots shredded into scrapsand dropped to the floor around him. Them scraps turned to dust and... blewaway.He was just standing there in his underwear, a pair of baggy, calf-lengthgray cotton drawers and a long sleeve. It struck me funny that this place did not have a pool. Especially with the parties that occurred here.” I said.“I show you the area when we return to the mansion.” He replied.Reaching the mansion, Jack told me to drive to the left down the slope. I could see another building. We got out of the car. “This is the pool area. This is the changing shed” I could now see both. Hidden from the house yet close. It was bigger than an Olympic size pool “Are you thinking to reopen this?” Jack asked.“Yes.