Because so dreadfully many people simply don't want to know, they resist knowing, they cling as tightly to their ignorance as they would to a rock at ...he edge of a cliff, a liferaft in the ocean.Was it so for the ones who visited Angus? she wondered. Did they, too, fight off new knowledge because it invaded the precious stability of their mindset? Or did they merely act out of malice, knowing they were telling lies but simply not caring, for some other reason? I suppose I'll never know the. " Okay babe, whatever," was my haughty reply. Anya just looked surprised,and then laughed. I took the plastic card I had been given by the oldlady, and swiped it through the turnstile that led into the park. Shehanded me a pair of swimming trunks and winked at me. It's a good thing Isuppose, since I didn't bring my own. But I wondered where Anya got themfrom since she wasn't holding them just a second ago."Oh, you'll see. And here we are," she said, gesturing to the door beforeus that led into. After swimming out a while, I sat up and took a deep breath. The sky was clear and the water looked like it wanted to have some fun. I grinned, watching and waiting for a wave. Someone laughed and I turned to see who was out with me. A gorgeous woman with long dark hair sat on a board a few yards away. She looked over at me and when our eyes met I had a flash of vertigo, or thought I did. "What's so funny?" I called over. "Nothing. Just basking in the bliss of the perfect day." She closed her. I had my own room there where I laid out my things that were just for the benefit for any visitors that might drop in, in particular her family members as she liked to look as respectable as possible for them, whereas in reality I took over the master bedroom. Sundays was still our best time where we would enjoy breakfast in bed, make love then have a leisurely bath together. This would be followed by her giving me a nice oil massage, then decide what we wanted to do for the afternoon. I had.