He stepped back and laughed."Do you swim?" No, My Master." Do this." He surged forward and his arms shot forward and pulled down around his chest. I s...w his legs kicking too. "It's called a breast stroke." He leered at me. "And you surely have the breasts." I tried it, determined to make him proud of me. And my head went right under and I came up spluttering. He laughed, "Try again." Eventually, I was able to paddle across the shallow end."Enough for today." He led me to an outdoor shower and. Stacy kept chanting, maintaining the fire's height and visions.Slowly, amid the flames, appeared am image. A book, much larger than theone the girls had... candles, dust, and a thread-woven bracelet wornwith age. Stacy's chant slowed and the words changed, the image wouldhold for a short while, as long as the wood would support the flame; butthey needed a reference to this image, a time... Stacy's trance andchanting grew intense and sharp, her words rapid and precise, much moreso than the. There was some touching but I didn't think anything of it, just accidental.With our drinks empty, Lisa suggested we head back to the unit to watch a footy game (AFL, Aussie Rules) that was about to start.As the three of us got out of the hottub, I could feel the eyes of the three fat chicks checking Matt and I out. I have to admit, we both looked pretty good in our speedos.Back at my little unit I poured another drink, yes we were all getting a little tipsy but we weren't driving anywhere. Lisa. "Pretty good, actually. I hope I can keep it up for the tournament." I'm sure you will. I've seen your game. You'll be fine." Thanks. Is that why you called?" No ... I just wanted to make sure you had my cell phone number." No problem, I've got caller ID and I'll save it right away. In the meantime I've got to go. Talk to you later," she said, ending the call before I could wish her good luck. Damn.I called John Fortrand and gave him my cell number and he made a note of it. Next it was Norman.