He didn't talk about his university years or his medical school years at all, except to say he went to UCLA. He did talk about sports teams in Chicago...and LA and the bay area. He didn't strike me as particularly well read, nor well informed.We all had dessert. Mine was a divine little creation called the brown swan. It was a large scoop of vanilla ice cream, with a large meringue swan's neck and even larger meringue swan's wings. It was covered with the most delicious hot fudge topping.Barb was. It...PLEASE!” Patricia's nipples were stiff, her toes were curled so tightly her foot ached, she could feel her chest and neck flushing. The snakes kept wriggling. She felt the sensations building again.“OH, PLEASE, STOP. LET ME REST! PLEASE! OH!” Patricia bowed her head, tears welling and flowing down her cheeks. She tried to rise off the machine, only to realize that she was strapped on. She didn't know when that had happened. The snakes were pulsing and threshing even more. Candice awoke, uncertain at first where she was, what had awoken her. She seemed to be moving, but that was ok, she was on the top deck of the last bus home after her late shift at the pub. What wasn’t ok was the hand on her left breast. She opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting piercing blue eyes in a hard face. The lad looked to be in his late teens, about ten years younger than her 28 years, unshaven and rough.“Alright sleeping beauty!” he said cheerfully in a local accent. His smile. Grinding, cutting new paths for masses of water unimaginable ... the yearly effluent of all the rivers of today carried to the sea in a day. Massive walls of water slicing through rock, hill and forest, changing what we can only imagine was to what we have today.Water that reached an area of area so great that it slowed ... the boulders dropped ... the rocks ceased to tumble ... the gold found a resting place ... and were covered with the silt of glaciation only to have the mass of water seek.