Still it was necessary to refill the tank. The tanks had a glass tube on the side which displayed the water level inside the tank. It was much like an...old hotel coffee maker. Hell it might have been one once, I didn't know or care it's history. It was simply a Rube Goldberg contraption like the country store itself.I slept well in my little loft. It was warm and toasty at the beginning of my sleep cycle, but got much cooler as the night wore on. Winter was over. Hadn't anyone mentioned that to. "That's too much information. I smiled, shook my head, and went into my suite. The three lovelies were still snuggled up and asleep. I gave them a shake and told them that it was getting to be time to wake up. Our guests would be up waiting to have breakfast.Something registered with Jules, and she sat up. "You and the guys have an eight o'clock tee time. You better get them up and get going. You're only playing the back nine where you played yesterday. They all have to leave to go home around. "We aren't smokersanymore and we don't even own an ashtray," Pattie responded. "That'snot an issue for me," said Tamara as she held up her hand. Almostimmediately Marci handed her a small cigar and placed an ashtray on thetable. With an accepting nod from Pattie, Tamara turned her head andMarci lit the cigar. Tamara courteously blew the smoke away from thegroup but the fragrance caught Pattie's nose and she instinctivelyinhaled. Noticing this, Tamara offered her one but Pattie. Better than most, but I know of the disconnection between your soul andyour body."Finding my voice again, after having it basically startled out of me, Iasked "how could you know? I can count the people that know on onehand!" With a gentle smile, she replied, "All true, but I see thingsthat most people cannot, or will not. And I see very clearly that youwalk around in a shell, a construct that hides the real you. Come.Come inside, and I'll show you."I followed her inside, where she showed.