"What kind of an egg?" Uh ... kind of a..." Stephanie waved her hand. "Look, it's not important."Emily was speechless."What is important," Stephanie s...id, "is the pregnancy only last two days. It's not a real baby, it's just to trick your body." Trick my body?" Emily said quietly."You know, to make you lactate," Stephanie replied. "You need pregnancy hormones to make your titties swell up with milk!" Will I have to ... give birth?" Emily said.Stephanie nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said, "but it's. . about..." dad starts when Terri takes off the headphones as if she was going to listen, but then he stops in mid-sentence as she raises her arms above her head and pulls the shirt off over her head and there isn't anything underneath it.When Terri goes down on her knees in front of dad, she is only wearing the socks and the Mp3 player over her shoulder. Her breasts are perky and perfect shapes, like only an eighteen year old girl can have. They have some freckles on them just like her. The knot meter has read a constant seven knots under a steady nine knot wind.Grace stepped up behind me and whispered in my ear, "Look behind you."I had no idea ... not an inkling ... it simply never occurred to me in any life that the Lakes produced such a phenomenon. I understood it from the Caribbean, plankton disturbed by the wake ... but here? Fresh water?Stretching out behind the stern was a double blue line. Phosphorescence in Lake Michigan? The two lines were straight as an arrow and. Lava had been about all the rapids they needed for one day, and until camp in the afternoon there were only minor riffles and a couple small rapids. While no one could say they were bored with the Canyon, it seemed as if there had been more excitement upstream -- there the rapids bore historic, often colorful names, here only numbers -- 185 Mile, 187 Mile, and so on, which would continue clear down to Diamond Creek.Finally, along in the afternoon they pulled into Parashant Wash, at mile 198..