You practice all the time, juggling or whatever you call it. I have no desire for that and I have other things onmy mind." What other things?" You kno... my mom was a model before she married my father. Well, shewants me to try to be one too, and I really want to try." But why?" Because it will be something a girl does. I want to feel special atsomething, just not sports." You'll be very good at it," I responded. "You're the prettiest girl Iknow." Thank you. You won't be angry if I'm not playing. Without much more thought I decided to take a piss and got up to walk to the shitter.As I walk by her I was baffled once more to see the illustration in the book she was reading. I couldn't make out the writing but the picture was of a couple fucking doggy style. This spoke volumes and had me thinking while I finished walking to the back. What was she reading that had graphics such as that. As I finished pissing I made up my mind. I was going to do whatever I could to find out what she was. I couldn’t recall how the dream had begun, which was typical, but I found myself inside the longboat where I had met with Freyja in only a short time ago. I could not understand why I had returned here, and I began to fear that I might have died in my sleep. I made my way from where I was standing, to where a cloaked figure stood before the hearth that lit and heated the room. Even when I reached the hearth, I couldn’t see under the hood to discern who it was standing before me.“Welcome,. He's good looking too. Wait. Imean he's not bad to look at. No. I mean. He's not ugly. He can get anygirl he wants.Just then, the band started and the crowd started cheering. Chase startedsinging. His singing ska was so different than his crooner act he wasdoing last night. He was playing the guitar. Ron was part of theinstrumental section behind Chase. This band didn't do any covers so itwas all original songs.I had forgot how much fun ska was. That punk sound with a brass sectionto accompany.