Paige had had such high hopes for the talk with Jessica. She'd wanted toclear the air, get everything off her chest that she'd bottled up forthe previ...us three months, and most importantly, let Jessica know justhow much she loved her. And yet, as always seemed to happen when the twogot together, it had ended in yet another blazing argument. For Paige,however, the worst part wasn't the argument, but that she blamed herselffor it.If Paige hadn't been in such a deep well of self-pity, she might. Sometimes logistics dictated that only a smaller circle ( say five guys ) was possible. In those circumstances, like an alleyway, all ten would join in but in two successive circles. So the lucky eleventh boy would be front and center twice, each time receiving the blessings of five of his brothers.The game was meant to signify a new beginning, a re-birth, for the lucky winner: Accordingly, the eleventh boy in the center of the circle must be as a new-born babe, innocent, vulnerable, grateful. "He thought he heard a muffled giggle. "I know, silly," the same voice said. "And I said it's open."Brendan turned the handle and entered 193 Weaver with all the trepidation of a young boy stepping into a haunted house. His eyes widened at what he saw.He should have known better than to believe she'd be "just some MILF." The woman of about 40 who greeted him was absolutely stunning. He looked her up and down from her cheerleader-style high dark brown ponytail to cupid's bow lips to the powder. Finally, with everything ready to go, he went back to the back of the sled, and stared down the trail. Still, no one there. He gave the dogs a couple more minutes to breathe easy and empty their bladders, then decided enough was enough. Still with no sign of anyone on his tail, he got the team moving again.The late stop had thrown his schedule off a little, so he spent a little time thinking about where to make his second stop. Maybe about the point on top of Turtle Hill, where he'd stopped.